.  OP  CALIF.  LIBRARY,  LOS  ANGELES 


MINNEWASKA 


A  L'KnFXD  OF  LAKI:  MOIIOXK 


AND  OTHER  LYRICAL  POEMS 


CONTENTS. 


Am  limn  Leaves, 

A  Soli  it  iquy, 

A  Requiem, 

A  \\'imer  Ni^ht  Vision, 

After  ihe  Ni-hi 

A  Si  ilili  iquy  on  Death, 

Brin^  Fh  iwers, 

Birthdav  •(  ireeiini;s, 

Bright  Eyes, 

Baby  Song', 

Bethlehem's  Star, 

Charming  Calhi  urn, 

Calumnv, 

Captivity, 

(Christmas  Time, 

Come  Unto  Me, 


In  in-, 

Day  by  !  )ay, 

Despair  and  Hope,    . 

Easter  1  ,>a\vn, 

Eanhlv  1  1(  >pes, 

Fair  Land  of  1  )reams,  . 

Farewell, 

Friendship, 

Fate, 

tiiiu'kle\  in  Flames, 

lnt''oduetor\r  Notes  to  .\\inne\vaska, 

In  Uealms  of  Thoiii;lH, 

In  the  '1  \\-ili-ht, 

In  the  Ilu^h  of  Ni-ht, 

Is  the  Spirit  Immortal? 

If   I  Could  Change, 


21.TCG88 


.11  :iirne\  ing  Home,            .         .  1S2 

Leap  to  I  )eath,               .  .                               164 

Listen  to  the  Birdies  Sin-,          .  2;;7 

.\\inne\vaska     A  Legend  of  Lake  .\\ohi uik. 

,\\o'  slight,       .....  i  12 

One  Hundred  Years  From  Now,  .                 .                     140 

Ode  to  Liberty,        .  158 

Over  the  River,  .                                       167 

( )ur  Cross  to  Hear,           .         .  17') 

Our  Heroes,                 .         .  .                                     !4() 

Rain,        .         .                            .  IK) 

Remorse .195 

Scenes  Rememi\red. 

Severed,      .        .        .  :".M6 

Son^s  of  May,         .  ;  12 

Spring,         .                             .  !26 

Sleep,'              ....  109 

Sailor  Son^.          .....  .  242 

To  the  Hudson,        ... 

To  the  \Y<  'i  ids  Away,            .  .102 

The  Navesink  River,         .         .  .                         101 

Tiie  Ijeath  of  Summer,         .  .                                    .    IOC 

The  L'Jeserted  Home,                  .  !nS 

The  Afterglow,              .  .    1 16 

The  Inner  Light,       .  12o 

The  Old  Cabin  Home.          .  .                          .123 

The  Soldiers'  Sleep,          .  160 

To-Night  \\Ten  I  Pray,  20.J 

The  Fairv  Dell,  214 

The  Orphan's  Lament,  .   2  \7 

\\'hip-poor-\viil,        .         .  Kii 

\\'hat  the  \\'ind^  Say,           .  .    I  >S 

\\'aiting.           ....  .                 17^ 

\\'hat  is  LJeathi?            .  .                                   .174 

Where  the  Lilies  Hend,      .  :  M 

\\'hispering  \\'inds,       .  2^4 

We'll  Paddle  Our  Own  Canoe,  241 


PREFACE. 

In  presenting"  this  collection  of  poems,  songs, 
etc.,  to  my  friends  to  whom  this  volume  is  dedi 
cated,  it  has  been  my  only  thought  that  amono- 

j  «-  t ~  t-^t 

them    there  miijht  be   found  something  that  may 

*_>  r_> 

be  pleasing  or  otherwise  entertaining.  If  so,  I 
shnll  feel  amply  recompensed  for  my  endeavors; 
although  I  feel  assured  that  there  will  be  found 
many  imperfections,  and  much  occasion  for  ad 
verse  criticism,  yet  I  beg  a  lenient  judgment, 
and  in  making  this,  my  humble  contribution  to 
the  Poetic  art,  1  feel  I  owe  an  apology  for  the 
seeming  encroachment  on  the  grounds  which  our 
distinguished  poet  has  so  thoroughly  covered  in 
his  beautiful  poem  Hiawatha;  and  would  but  say, 
as  the  only  extenuating  excuse,  that  the  key  to 
the;  solution  will  be  found  in  the  following  lines, 
([noted  from  Minnewaska: 

For  the  tent  is  lone  and  the  \vit^\vam  drear 
When  tin:  smiles  of  youth  can  ^ive  no  cheer; 
And  murmuring  voices  from  far  off  space 
Hchoed  the  words  through  silent  space. 

Fis    even  so  with   poetry   and    other    forms  of 
literature.       There    seems     ever    room     for    new 


r,  PREFACE. 

thoughts,  new  modes  of  expression,  which,  like 
an  infant's  advent  in  an  already  numerous  family, 
there  is  generally  to  be  found  room  for  just  one 
more.  Thus  it  is  to  be  hoped  that  art,  word  paint 
ing  and  literature  may  never  orow  old,  but  ever 
continue  to  refine,  elevate  and  ennoble  our  minds, 
until  we  have  attained  that  perfection  to  which 
we  all  aspire. 

\  our  friend, 

MRS,   LUCIKN    I'.  VAX  NORMAN. 


I N  TRO  D  U  C  TORY   X  O  T  K  S 
TO  MIXXEWASKA. 


Minnewaska,  or  the  Legend  of   Lake;  Mohonk, 

o 

is  partially  founded  upon  the  Indian  supposition 
or  tradition  of  the  creation  of  the  earth  by  one 
of  their  chief  gods,  whom  they  designated  Unk- 
te-hee,  the  god  of  earth  and  water;  and  also  upon 
their  belief  of  the  enmity  existing  between  him 
self  and  Wakin-yan-tanka,  the  god  ot  thunder,  a 
sardonic  spirit,  whom  they  imagine  comes  in  the 
midst  of  the  storm  to  do  battle  with  Unk-te-hee, 
tiie  spirit  of  earth  and  water.  The  Dakotas  be 
lieve  that  thunder  is  produced  by  the  ilapping  of 
the  wings  of  a  huge  bird  which  they  call  \Vakin- 
yan,  the  thunder  bird,  and  it  is  said  near  the 
source  of  the  Minnesota  River  is  a  place  called 
Thunder-tracks,  where  the  foot-printsof  a  thunder 
bird  can  be  found  twenty-live  miles  apart.  Tradi 
tions  say  there  are  many  thunder  birds.  Wakin- 
yan-tanka,  or  I)ig  '1  bunder,  having  his  dwelling 
place  on  a  lofty  mountain  in  the.  far  West,  anil 
having  a  bitter  hatred  toward  I  nk-te-hee  (tin; 
<;od  01  waters  ),  often  shoots  his  liery  arrows  at 
him,  hitting  the  earth,  trees,  rocks,  and  some 
times  man  .  Traditions  also  sav  that  i/reat  I  Tnk-te- 


hee  and  the.  great  thunder  bird  Wakin-yan-tanka, 

had  a  terrible  battle  in  the  center  of  the  earth  to 
determine  which  should  be;  the  ruler  of  the  world. 
(See  Rigs'  Tah-koo,  and  Mrs.  Eastman's  Dakota. ) 
Oonk-tay-he  is  the  pronunciation  of  the  word 
lTnk-te-hee.  There  are  many  Unk-te-hees,  chil 
dren  of  the  great  Unk-te-hee,  the  creator  of  the 
earth  and  man,  and  who  formerly  dwelt  in  a  vast 
cavern,  the  place  around  about  being  called  Ka- 
iha-ga,  the  cavern  itself  supposedly  being  situated 
Ix-neath  the  Falls  of  St.  Anthony,  Minnesota. 
'  ris  said  the  great  Unk-te-hee  sometimes  reveals 
himself,  and  from  him  proceed  invisible  influences. 
(  Sec;  (Gordon's  "\Vinona"). 

There  are  man}'  of  the  wild  tribes  who  believe 
in  a  great  creative  power  and  a  great  destructive; 
power,  continually  striving  together  and  finding 
form  iii  the  Unk-te-hees,  and  the  thunder  birds, 
or  Wakin-yans,  who  are  perpetually  at  war,  one 
with  the  other.  It  is  also  said  that  after  Unk-te- 
hee  had  imished  the  earth,  beasts,  birds,  and  fishes 
and  all  that  dwelt  therein,  he  bade  man  spring 
forth  from  a  huge  hollow  mountain  and  from 
among  them  he  chose  him  a  band,  naming  them 
after  himself  Unk-te-hees,  and  claiming  them  as 
his  sons  he  made  them  lords  over  the  beasts,  birds, 
and  fishes  and  all  that  lived  on  the  earth  or  swam 
in  the  waters,  and  instructed  them  to  obey  his 
commands  as  follows:  Ye  shall  honor  Unk-te-hee 
and  hate  \Yakin-yan  the  god  of  thunder;  ye  shall 
laugh  at  his  darts,  and,  in  need  ye  shall  pray  to 
the  great  god  of  waters;  ye  shall  dwell  together  ;n 
peace;  ye  shall  dwell  as  a  strong  band  of  brothers, 
ye  are  men  whom  1  choose  for  my  own;  ve  are 


those  whom  I  choose  from  all  others;  ye  shall  wor- 
shij)  the  earth  and  the  sun,  for  they  are  your  father 
and  mother,  and  forget  not  the  Invisible  Power, 
the  Invisible  great  Taku-Wakan,  who  pervades 
all  the  earth  and  the  air,  who  invisibly  dwells  in 
all  matter;  fear  not  the  darts  of  a  foe,  for  the  war 
rior's  brave  soul  is  immortal;  hold  as  sacred  the 
innocent  babe;  ski)'  not  the  wife  or  the  mother; 
when  a  stranger  arrives  at  the  tee,  be  he  friend, 
be  he,  loe,  give  him  succor;  let  your  food  and  your 
bounty  be  free;  lend  a  robe-  as  you  would  to  a 
brother;  hold  as  sacred  thy  \vord,  and,  in  need,  ye 
shall  sacrifice  self  for  another;  yes,  forfeit  thy  life 
for  a  brother.  Now,  into  thy  keeping  I  give  the 
magical  pouch  of  the  spirits,  the  magical  art,  and 
the  bone,  and  my  voice  ye  shall  harken  and  heed 
it.  Thus  long  shall  ye  live  in  the  land,  and  the 
spirit  of  earth  and  of  water,  shall  come  to  your  aid 
at  command,  with  invisible  power  of  magic.  And 
at  last,  when  your  journeys  are  done,  and  ye  reach 
the  fair  land  of  Po-ne-ma,  ye  shall  walk  as  a  bright 
shining  star,  in  the  land  of  eternal  hereafter — 1  mi- 
tation  H.  L.  Gordon's  beautiful  j>oem  \Vinona. 


Minnevvaska  and    Lake  Mohonk  are  two  lovely 
little    lakes— gems   in    themselves   of  all    that    is 
beautiful,    romantic  and    picturesque    in  nature- 
situated  as  they   are   in    close   proximity   to    each 
other,  on  one  of  the  higher  portions  of  the  Shaw 
angunk  Mountains  and  surrounded  on  all  sides  by 
their  wild  and    rocky     scenery,    woode.d    heights, 
and  sloping  ravines,  they  form  a  picture  once  seen 
never  to  be  forgotten.    Stran<>e  and  weird  in    the 


io  iX' 

evening  shadows,    Lake    Mohonk  lies   calm   and 

o 

still  wiih  unruffled  bosom,  placidly  reflecting  the 
gigantic  cliffs,  bowlders  and  over-hanging'  growth 
ol  luxuriant  verdure,  mid  the  clear  green  o!  its 
sinning  waters;  deep,  dark  and  mysterious,  us 
waters  gleam  like  a  sparkling  jewel 'neath  its  rug 
ged  setting  of  towering  walls,  massive  bowlders 
and  projecting  rocks  that  hem  it  in,  with  an  almost 
impenetrable  wall  of  strength  and  grandeur.  Many 
and  strange  were  the  legends  told  in  the  past  time, 
of  the  wonderful  formation  of  so  large  a  body  ol 
water,  springing  apparently  from  the;  bowels  of  the 
earth  to  nearlv  the  topmost  part  of  a  mountain 
over  seventeen  hundred  feet  above  the  level  of  the 
Hudson.  Man\T  years  ago  this  place  was  known  as 
the-  Giant's  basin,  and  there  is  now  an  almost  for 
gotten  tradition  that  the  great  cavern-like  walls 
were  hewn  out  by  the  giant  strength  of  an  Indian 
god,  and  the  waters,  formed  by  the  same  miracu 
lous  power  welled  up  from  the  deep  and  hidden 
recesses  of  the;  earth,  forming  a  singular  and  al 
most  ideal  beauty  of  what  is  now  known  as  Lake 
Mohonk.  There  is  apparently  no  inlet  or  outlet 
to  this  lake,  though  many  are  of  the-  opinion  there 
is  a  subterranean  connection  between  it  and  Lake 
Minnewaska,  the  clear  and  beautiful  lake  adjoin 
ing,  whose  bright  and  shining  waters  flow  in  the 
most  charming  and  graceful  way  over  the  precipi 
tous  rocks  in  cascade  upon  cascade,  over  the 
terrace-like  walls,  till  with  one  mighty  leap  it 
plunges  clown  the  precipitous  sides  of  the  moun 
tain  to  the  valley  below,  where  for  a  distance  of 
several  miles,  the  shining  fall  of  water  can  be  seen, 
li  <e  a  stream  of  molten  silver  'neath  the 


IXTliUDUCTOltY.  11 

golden  rays  of  the?  noon-day  sun.  Near  by  stand 
the  vine  and  moss-clad  walls  of  Castle  Kock,  bold 
and  conspicuous  amid  its  wild  and  weird  suround- 
ings.  of  cliti  and  bowlder,  rocky  caverns  and 
deep  fissures,  that  sink  away  apparently  to  the 
very  center  of  the  earth.  Here  among  the  rocky 
wiidness  and  lonely  silence,  out-  might  easily 
imagine  some  supernatural  power  had  formed  and 
fashioned  lor  itself  this  strange;  and  massive  struct 
ure,.  1  lewn  from  the  solid  rocks,  into  the  veritable 
semblance  of  tile  embrasured,  parapeted  and 
domed  castle  of  the  ancient  times,  it  stands  a  fitting 
dwelling  place  for  e'en  the  gods  of  old,  and  form 
ing  one  of  the  now  justly  celebrated  attractions 
of  the  Shawangunk  Mountains. 

Fhe  following  are  a  few  extracts  taken  from 
newspaper  notices  of  prominent  people  and  others 
who  have  visited  this  beautiful  and  altogether 
charmino-  locality. 


EXTRACTS   FROM   NEWSPAPER   XOTICKS. 

RKV.  A.  1).  MAYO,  IN  SUNDAY  TKLKGRAM: 

"  Then  two  weeks  at  Sky  Top  and  Lake  Mo- 
honk,  one  of  those  rare  places  where  the  creative 
power  seems  to  have  rehearsed  for  every  form 
of  grandeur  and  gentleness;  an  Alpine  lake  on 
top  of  a  mountain  1,200  feet  above  the  valley, 
the.  mountain  itself  a  gigantic  monument  of  rock 
scenery  wrought  into  every  form  of  wildness 
and  grac",  and  from  any  point  on  the  summit 
clil's  an  outlook  over  two  perfect  valleys,  with 


INTRODUCTORY. 

fifty  miles  of  the  western  horizon  crowded  with 
glorious  mountain  ranges,  amid  whose  mysterious 
realms  the  sinking  sun  and  the  morning  mist 
work  such  magic  as  only  poetry  exalted  to  wor 
ship  can  fitly  rehearse." 

Xr.w  YORK  KYKXIXG  POST: 

"Up,  up  we  climbed  above  the  monarchs  of 
the  forest,  up  to  where  the  air  is  rarefied,  up  to 
the  height  of  a  thousand  feet  or  more;  when,  lo! 
a  vision  of  enchantment  is  before  us.  O,  divers 
after  beauty!  here  is  the  pearl  of  it — the  crystal, 
hill-locked  Mohonk  Lake.  We  wish  we  could 
describe;  it  to  you  as  it  looked  that  bright  [uly 
day,  sparkling  in  the  sunlight,  as  it  always  looks, 
for  no  strife  of  the  (dements,  however  fierce, 
ruiiles  or  disturbs  its  placidity.  The  storm  king 
cannot  even  jog  its  rock-bound  cradle.'' 

RKY.  DR.  LYMAX  Ar.r.o TT,  ix  CHRISTIAN  WKKKI.Y: 
"1  have  never  seen  such  a  variety  of  beauties 
crowded  into  so  small  a  compass — lake,  mountain, 
rock  and  wide  extended  plain;  here  a  succession 
of  cabinet  pictures  of  most  exquisite  finish,  there 
a  panorama  measured  by  a  score  of  miles.  The 
lake  is  a  gem,  exquisite  in  itself  and  exquisite  in 
its  setting.  Its  clear  water  is  an  emerald  green. 
In  one  little  cove,  where;  for  the  past  half  hour 
my  boat  has  been  lying,  the  rocks  are  turned  to 
emerald  by  the  reflection  of  the  water.  All 
around,  the  rocky  sides  rise;  in  precipitous  cliffs, 
or  in  masses  of  huge  stones  tumbled  togethe-r  in 
sublime  confusion.  Pine;  Bluff,  which  shades  me 
from  the  setting  sun  as  I  write,  rises  fully  fifty 
feet- — literally  a  perpendicular  wall — from  the 


water's  edge.  The  two  sentinels  which  guard 
the  gateway  to  this  little  lake  are,  the  one;  three 
huiulrecl  fee.t,  the  other  two  hundred;  the  former 
nearly  perpendicular,  the  other  quite  so.  If  I 
leave  the  lake  and  ascend  either  of  these  dills, 
the  panoramic  scene  is  one  which  defies  alike  the 
pen  or  pencil.  The  view  from  the  Catskilis  is 
wider  in  range,  but  here  we  are  on  the  edge  of  a 
knife  blade,  and  either  sick;  commands  a  prospect 
equally  extended.  In  this  respect  I  remember 
no  mountain  peak  that  compares  with  it,  not 
even  Mt.  Holyoke,  which  it  somewhat  resembles. 
We  clambered  along  the  mountain  side, 
now  down  through  a  deep  chasm  or  cliit  in  the 

o  1 

rock,  whose  walls  tower  one  hundred  feet  above 
us,  brushing  our  shoulders  on  either  side;  now 
across  a  similar  chasm,  looking  clown  from  our 
frail  bridge  in  a  clill  as  deep  beneath  our  feet; 
now  peering  into  a  cave,  whose;  subterranean 
recesses  1  did  not  care  to  explore;;  now  into 
another,  where;  bubbled  up  a  mountain  spring  of 
clear,  cold  water;  now  clambering  down  again 
by  aid  of  laurel  bushes  which  have  grown  to 
trees,  whose  trunks  my  two  hands  cannot  clasp, 
while  all  the  way  is  rich  with  moss  and  terns  and 
lichens,  whose  varying  tints  of  green  and  brown 
make  every  step  altord  a  new  revelation." 

IRKXAKUS,  ix  Xi:w  YORK  OUSKRVI-.R: 

"The  little  world  in  which  the  lake  is  embos 
omed  has  peculiar  attractions,  which  the  amateur 
geologist  or  intelligent  visitor  studies  with  in 
creasing  wonder  as  he  goes  up  and  do\vn  among 
these,  rocks  and  dells,  and  caves  and  dens  of  the 


earth,  so  that  days  and  weeks  are  pleasantly 
spent  in  exploring  the  mysterious  caverns,  the 
Giant's  Workshop  and  Eagle  Cliff,  and  gazing 
upon  the  Old  Man  of  the  Mountains." 

REV.  j.  B.  WAKEEV,  I ).  1).,  ix  NEWISUKG  JOURNAL: 

''I  think  I  never  had  larger  ideas  of  beauty, 
grandeur  and  magnificence.  *  :;:  'Tis  difficult 
to  paint  a  diamond,  a  sun,  a  rainbow;  'tis  equally 
difficult  to  describe  the  indescribable;.  What  a 
pencil  I  need,  what  canvas,  what  colors,  to  do 
justice  to  such  a  scene,  and  then  I  would  need 
an  angel's  hand  to  guide  the  pencil." 

REV.  DR.  KKOTEE,  i.x  THE  LUTHERAN: 

"A  few  rods  more  and  we  began  to  descend 
tne  mountain,  and  in  a  few  moments  caught  the 
first  glimpse  of  Mohonk  Lake,  one  of  the  most 
beautiful  mountain  lakes,  and  unquestionably 
one  of  the  greatest  surprises  in  the  Atlantic 
States  :  You  do  not  expect  to  find  such,  a 

body  of  water  up  there.  It  would  be  difficult  to 
find  a  spot  more  interesting  and  beautiful." 


INDIAN    VOCABULARY 


Han-ye-tu-wee  —  The  night  sun  or  moon. 

An-pe-tu-wee  —  The  day  sun. 

Eto,  E-ho  —  Exclamations  of  delight. 

Unk-te-hee  —  The  god  of  water. 

Mee-tah-win  —  My  bride. 

\\akin-yan-tanka  —  The  god  of  thunder;  big 
thunder. 

Wakan-denda  —  The  meteor,  or  sacred  lire. 

\Yakan-wo-halpa  —  A  sacred  gift. 

Enah  —  An  exclamation  of  wonder,  surprise  or 
delight. 

Gitche-man-ito  —  The  great  spirit,  the  giver  o! 
life. 

Pone-mah  —  The  hereafter. 

Anne-me-kee  —  The  thunder. 

Ope-chee  —  The  robin. 

Chit-o-walk  —  The.  plover. 

Ogema  —  Chieftain. 

Man-ito  —  A  god. 

\Vo-hon-o-\vin  —  A  cry  of  lamentation,  or  woe 
is  me. 

(  )na\vay  —  Awake. 

Kah-no-te-deha  —  A  mysterious  spirit  of  the 
woods. 

()\vais-sa  —  The  blue  bird. 

Nene-moo-sha  —  My  sweetheart. 

\\';ikan-dee  —  The  lightnin 

feebi—  A  spirit,  or  angel. 


. 


\Vangee-ta-chan-ku — The  milk}-  way,  or  the 
pathway  of  spirits. 

Mee-heen-yah — My  husband. 

Ta-toka — The  mountain  antelope. 

Ta-hin-ca — The  red  deer. 

Tam-doka — The  buck  deer. 

Ta-hin-ca-ska — The  white  mountain  deer 
( sheep ). 

Oonk-to-mee — A  spirit  inhabiting  fens  and 
marshes,  the  Ignis  fatuus  or  jack-o-lantern. 

Ka-tha-ga — Literally  the  place  of  waves  and 
foam;  and  'twas  said  between  two  and  three  cen 
turies  ago  was  situated  under  the  "Falls  of  St. 
Anthony." 

Dakota — Signifies  an  alliance  or  confederation; 
many  separate  Indian  tribes  united  under  this 
name,  including  the  Mohawks,  Delawares  and 
other  eastern  tribes. 

Tee-pee — A  lodge  or  wigwam,  often  contracted 
to  tee. 


MINNBWASK  A 

A  Legend  of  Lake  Mohonk. 


Minne-ha-ha,  laughing  water, 
Fair  Dakota's  lovely  daughter, 
I  have  wandered  far  to   find  thee. 
I  have  left  fair  scenes  behind  me, 
Many  moons  t'ward  the  eastward, 
From  the  heights  of  the  Shawangunk, 
From  the  depths  of  caverns  lonesome, 
Through   the  Mohawk's  sunny  vale, 
Through  the  wild-wood's  tangled    trail, 
O'er  the  meadows,  hills  and   valleys, 
O'er  the  waving  green  prairies, 
Have  I  wandered,    Minne-ha-ha, 
Fair  Dakota's  lovely  daughter. 
I  have  viewed  thy  royal  splendor, 
Sublime  thv  beautv  and  thv  grandeur, 


\\  ith  thy  shimmering'  robes  around   thee, 
Laughing  water,  have  I  found  thee: 
D.mcing,  where  the  sunbeams  play, 
Mystic,  'weath  the  moonbeam's  ray, 
Sparkling,  circling,  plunging  downward, 
Whirling,  floating,  gliding  onward, 
Making  music  with  thy  laughter — 

<_>  -•  o 

Gladsome,  winsome,  Minne-ha-ha. 

Crowned  with  beauty,  ha\Te  I   found  thee, 

Pale-faced  race  with  honors  crowned  thee, 

Fairest  of  the  laughing'  waters— 

Fair  and  winsome,  Minne-ha-ha. 

I   am   called    U-a-no-ma,  wandering  spirit   of  the 

night, 
U-a-no-ma,  the  great  wanderer,  daughter  of  the 

pale  moonlight. 

Oft  have  I  sat,  where  thy  tall  trees  sway, 
Close  by  thy  side,  where  the  night  shades  play, 
When  the  starlight  shines,  and  the  gentle  breeze 
Floats  through  the  boughs  of  thy  bending  trees; 
Wrapt  in  the  spell  of  the  witching  scenes, 
Heard  thy  yoice  blend  with  my  waking  dreams; 
And  thy  echoing  music,  like  a  charmful  spell, 


MINNEWASKA.  -M 

On  the  night  winds    float   through   thy   shadowy 

dell. 
But  when  storm  clouds,  drifting  o'er  the  moon, 

o 

Shroud  thee  deep  in  mist  and  gloom, 
Then  doth  thy  spirit,  'neath  the  spell  of  the  hour, 
Bow  in  the  sadness  of  memory's  power: 
And  I  hear  thee  sigh,  like  a  soul  in  pain, 
Sigh  and  weep,  like  the  falling  rain  : 
\Vohon-o-win!  wohon-o-win!  oh,  my  daughter, 
My  fair,  my  loved,  my  Min  newaska. 
And  the  tall  trees  echo  thy  tender  sigh. 
Sway  and  moan,  as  the  winds  sweep  by 
And  pain  and  sadness  doth  rend  thy  heart, 
When  storms  are  fierce  and  clouds  are  dark. 
And  I  hear  thee  sigh,  like  a  soul  in  pam. 
Sigh  and  weep,  like  the  falling  rain  : 
Wohon-o-win  !   wohon-o-win  !   oh,  my  daughter, 
My  loved,  my  lost,  my  Minnewaska. 
In  silence  I've  sat,  'neath  enchantment's  power, 
Close  by  thy  side  at  midnight's  hour, 
And  a  spirit's  voice,  from  a  far  off    sphere, 
Came  floating  like  music,  my  soul  could  hear, 
And  whispered  a  secret,  a  strange  wild  tale, 


I".'  M  I  \XK\\'.  \SJ\A. 

And  I  knew  why  you  wept  when  the  night  winds 

wail. 

And  the?  spirit's  voice  bade  me  wandering-  go, 
Sit  close  by  thy  side  where  thy  waters  flow, 
And  tell  thee  a  tale  that  will  ease  thy  heart, 
When  storms  are  fierce  and  clouds  are  dark  ; 
And  thy  spirit  shall  wake  from  an  evil  spell, 
And  leap  for  joy  at  U-a-no-ma's  tale. 

TALK    OF    U-A-NO-MA. 

In  the  days  of  the  Dacotahs, 

Fair,  bright  days  of  the  Dacotahs, 

In  the  lands  that  are  afar  off, 

Where  oft  the  winds  blow  from  the  north  ; 

Downward  from  the  pale  moonlight, 

Fell  a  ofleaminof  star  at  night. 

O  O  <_5 

Close  by  the  side  of  a  wild-wood  tent, 
Was  the  shining  course  of  the  meteor  bent, 
On  the  cold  white  earth,  all  snowy  bound, 
Was  the  form  of  a  little  infant  found. 
Where  the  meteor  left  its  shining  trail, 
Now  came  the  infant's  piteous  wail. 
Now  stept  a  spirit  out  from  night, 


MIXNEWASKA.  :.':i 

Kah-no-te-daha,  the  forest  sprite. 

Softly  she  tread,  with  a  footfall  light, 

Out  neath  the  gloom  of  the  pale  moonlight, 

And  clasped  the  child  in  her  strong  right  arm, 

As  she   crossed    to    the  tent  with   a  quickening 

bound ; 

Light  was  her  step,  and  she  made  no  sound, 
As  swiftly  she  sped  o'er  the  frozen  ground. 
Aside  she  swept  the  curtained  door, 
Stept  lightly  o'er  the  matted  floor, 
Bent  o'er  the  form  of  a  woman  fair, 
With  lau  idling  eyes  and  shining  hair. 

o>  o        J  o 

At  her  feet  she  laid  the  infant  babe, 

And  in  tones  that  were  softly  sweet  and  grave, 

Spoke  in  a  voice  with  a  far  off  sound, 

Like  the  whispering  wrinds,   as  they  murmured 

'round. 
Minne-ha-ha  !  lauirhino"  water, 

o  o 

Fair  Dacotah's  lovely  daughter, 
From  the  midnight's  pale,  starry  height, 
From  wakan-denda,  the  meteor  light, 
Mid  the  sacred  rays  of  the  meteor  star, 
Was  borne;  this  babe,  from  realms  afar. 


Look  thou,  then,  on  the  infant  fair, 
With  eyes  like  thine,  and  shining-  hair; 
Fair  as  the  moon  when  it  gleams  at  night, 

<r>  <_> 

Bright  as  the  sun  when  it  sheds  its  light; 

Hrauty  and  grace  in  face  and  form. 

To  thee  was  the  child  of  the  midnight  born. 

We  have  named  her  Minnewaska, 

Thy  fair  daughter,  Minnewaska; 

For  the  tent  is  lone,  and  the  wigwam  drear. 

o 

When  the  smiles  of  youth  can  give  no  cheer; 
And  murmuring  voices  from  far  off  space, 
Echoed  the  words  through  the  silent  place; 
And  the  spirit  leaned  o'er  the  babe  in  prayer, 
Then  swiftly  tied  through  the  midnight  air. 
Thus  was  born  to  Minne-ha-ha, 
At  midnight's  hour,  fair  Minnewaska; 
And  thou  cherished  her,  and  loved  her, 
Taught  the  child  to  call  thee  mother, 
Taught  the  young  life,  in  useful  art, 
Of  home  and  duty,  to  share  a  part; 
Taught  the  young  hands,  with  fanciful  grace, 
The  mantle's  broider'd  design  to  trace, 
And  the  rainbow  colors,  with  blended  hue, 


Were  stre\vn  o'er  garments  that   shone  like  dew; 
And  the  fairy  lace  the  \veaver  wove, 
Were  like  lleecy  clouds  the  breezes  blowed. 
Taught  the  young  feet  through  the  wilds  to  roam, 
Bearing  the  fruits  of  the  harvest  home; 
And  the  lily,  and  rose,  and  mossy  vine, 
Thou  taught  the  maiden  in  wreaths  to  twine, 
To  deck  the  feast,  and  the  camp-fire's  dance, 
When   home   came  the  warriors  with  spear  and 

lance: 

Taught  the  young  voice,  and  the  forest  rang 
Like  the  night  bird's  song,  when  the  maiden  sang. 
Through  the  mazy  dance,  like  a  rhythmic  tide, 
Tauidit  the  you  no-  form  to  sway  and  o-lide; 

o  ^  o  »  £3 

And  the  rippling  laugh  of  her  own  sweet  voice, 
Taught  the  maiden's  heart  how  to  rejoice. 
Thus  thou  cherished  her  and  taught  her, 
Loved  and  cherished  thy  fair  daughter. 
But  the  years  of   her  childhood  quickly  lied, 
And  a  fair  young  maiden  reigned  instead, 
Tall  and  stately,  like  the  lilies  fair 
She  twined  in  the  braids  of   her  shining  hair. 
And  the  soundin-'"  music  <>!    her  laughter 


Hchoed  long,  and  followed  after. 

Lovely  and  pure!  as  the  sparkling  water, 

Was  the  fair  young  maiden,  Minnewaska. 

Yt-t  alas!  alas!   oh,  Minne-ha-ha! 

Alas!   alas!   fair  Minnewaska! 

An  evil  Manito,  on  mischief  bent, 

At  an  evil  hour  passed  by  thy  tent. 

The  Wakin-yan-tanka,  the  storm  god  disguised, 

On  thee  and  thine  had  fixed  his  eyes; 

jealous  of  thy  watchful  care 

Bestowed  upon  thy  child  so  fair, 

jealous  of  thy  words  and  teachings, 

O'er  thee  spread  his  evil  wings; 

Vowed  his  evil  vows  against  thee, 

«__> 

To  molest  thee  and  destroy  thee. 

And  thy  heart  grew  sick  to  fainting. 

With  evil  omen  and  foreboding; 

Renewed  thy  ever  watchful  care 

O'er  thy  sweet  child,  so  young  and  fair.- 

But  he  laughed  in  loud  derisions, 

Taunting  thee  with  spells  and  visions. 

Once  he  leaped  a  space  before  thee, 

And  darkness  of  nisdit  loomed  black  before  thee, 


M I.\M;\\  ,I>/\M 

Twice  lie  leaped,  and  a  cloud  descended— 

Slowly  downward  it  descended; 

And  thy  daughter,  lo!   thy  fair  daughter, 

In  its  fierce  dark  folds  it  caught  her, 

Wrapped  its  great  black  folds  about  her, 

Whirling,  swirling,  up  it  bore  her; 

And  the  evil  Man-ito,  with  mocking  laughter, 

Leape.d  up  through  space,  and  followed  after. 

Up  and  away  from  thy  frenzied  sight, 

Through  the  storm  and  darkness  of  the  night. 

Hut  at  midnight's  hour  the  spell  was  broken, 

And  thy  fast  sealed  eyelids  slowly  opened; 

A  death  white  pallor  o'erspread  thy  brow, 

A  strange  wild  dread  had  seized  thee  now, 

And  gazing  with  anguish  and  terror  blent, 

Thine;  eyes  roamed  round  thy  silent  tent; 

And  thy  changed  voice  shrieked  in  wild  despair, 

Echoed  long  on  the  midnight  air, 

Oh!    my  daughter,  my  fair  sweet  daughter, 

Where  art  thou,  where,  oh,   Minnewaska? 

Only  the  night  winds  heard  thy  plaintive  cry, 

(  )nly  the  night  winds  echoed  thy  sad  reply. 

Oh,  my  daughter,  heed  thy  mother's  prayer, 


:io  M  l. 

Answer  me,  my  child,  where  art  thou,  where? 
Hut  the  tent  was  silent,  the  wigwam  lone: 

<_» 

In  vain  through  the  forest  did  thy  footsteps  roam, 
And  the  wilds  resound  with  thy  lost  child's  name' 
She  came  not  back  to  thy  tent  again. 
The  days  and  months  and  years  have  flown, 
Hut  she  came  not  back  to  thy  forest  home: 
And  pain  and  sadness  o'erpressed  thy  heart, 
When  storms  were  fierce  and  clouds  were  dark, 
And  thou  breathed  a  sigh  like  a  soul  in  pain; 
Sighed  and  wept  like  the  falling  rain, 
Oh,  my  daughter,  my  wandering  daughter, 
Where  art  thou,  where,  my  Minnewaska? 
The  days  and  months  and  years  rolled  by, 
When  fever  and  famine  and  want  drew  nigh, 
Hreathed  o'er  thee  their  blasting  breath, 
And  thy  form  lay  silent  and  still  in  death, 
And  thy  spirit,  freed  from  all  toil  and  pain, 
.Sought  the  blest  haunts  of  thy  childhood's  reign, 
Still  when  the  winds  sweep  o'er  thy  vale, 
Doth  thy  spirit  sigh,  when  the  night  winds  wail. 
\Yoho-no-win,  woho-no-win,  oh,  my  daughter, 
Where  art  thou,  where,  oh  Minnewaska? 


-:\\'A$KA.  .',1 

But  the  evil  Man-ito  with  spells  and  art, 
Hath  power  no  more  to  grieve  thy  heart; 
To-night  the  gods  of   fate  have  spoken, 
The  evil  spells  round  thee  are  broken. 
Thou  shalt  know  the  fate  of   Minnewaska. 
Listen,  then,  oh,  Minne-ha-ha! 
To  the  words  of   U-a-no-ma. 

T-A-XO-MA'S  TALK — CONTINUED. 
In  a  vale  far  to  the  eastward, 
By  a  lone  camp-fire  a  chieftain  stood; 
A  brave  young  warrior,  whose  tossing  plume 
Waved  to  and  fro  in  the  midnight  gloom, 
Dark  was  the  night,  and  storms  raged  'round  him; 
Sighed  the  winds  through  each  swaying  limb, 
The  tire  light  leaped  and  danced  before  him, 
Lighting  the  face  of   the  warrior  grim: 
As  he  stood  like  a  statue  carved  from  stone, 
That  shrouded  his  form  in  the  valley  lone. 
With  head  erect  and  eyes  agleam, 
He  ga/ed  aloft  at  the  wild  night  scene. 
At  the  raging  battles  the  skies  portrayed, 
Where    the    thunder    roared    and    the    lightnings 
played. 


32  MINNEWASKA. 

But  a  shudder  ran  through  his  tall,  lithe  form, 
When  a  fierce  dark  cloud  o'erhead  was  borne, 
Whirling,  swirling,  onward  it  came, 
Mid  the  rushing  winds  and  falling  rain. 

<-5  O 

Then  a  sudden  hush  and  the  storm  had  ceased, 
Not  a  breath  of  wind  through  the  valley  breathed; 
The  night  grew  dense  as  the  dark-winged  cloud 
Reeled  'round  through  space  like  a  palling  shroud. 
A  deafening  roar,  a  thundering  crash, 
And  through  the  heavens  a  bright  licrht  flashed, 

<r>  <->  <_> 

Like  a  meteor  ray  through  the  dark  of  night, 
Fell  a  gleaming  star  on  the  warrior's  sight; 
Like  an  arrow  shot  from  the  bended  bow, 
It  sped  through  space  to  the  earth  below. 
Lonor  the  warrior  o-azed  through  the  vale  afar, 

o  r»  o 

Where  blazed  the  light  of  the  phantom  star, 
Then  leaped  a  space  with  a  swift,  light  bound, 
He  sped  like  a  roe  o'er  the  turfted  ground: 
On  through  the  shadows  and  gfloom  of  ni^ht, 

o  o  <o 

He   strode    through   the  vale  t'ward   the    mystic 

light, 

As  it  swayed  like  a  phantom's  fitful  gleam, 
Like  the  Oonk-to-mee  swaved  and  beckoned  him. 


.w/.y.v/-;ir.i>7vM. 

()n  o'er  the  meadows  and  through  wilds  afar, 
lie  follo\vecl  the-  trail  of   the  shining  star; 
On  through  the  darkness  and  storms  of   night. 
1  ie  followed  the  rays  of  the  mystic  light. 
Down  through  the  depths  of  a  rocky  dell, 
\\  here  evil  spirits  and  wizards  dwell; 
A  sudden  Hash  and  the  phantom  light 
Faded  in  silence  and  gloom  of   night. 
A  rift  of   clouds  and  the  silvery  moon 

j 

Shone  through  the;  shades  of  the  midnight  gloom; 

*_>  o  o 

I)ee[)  in  the  heart  of  the  rocky  dell 
The  shimmering  light  of  the  pah;  moon  fell, 
O'er  the  still  white  form  of   a  maiden  lair, 
With  lilies  twined  in  her  streaming  hair; 
In  'broidered  mantle  all  royal  rayed, 
Laid  the  sleeping  form  of  an  Indian  maid. 
Fair  as  a  statue  carved  from  stone, 
She  lay  where  the  rays  of    the  moonlight  shone; 
And  the  warrior  strode;  with  a  swifu,  light  tread, 
And  leaned  o'er  her  form  on  the  moss-grown  l><-d. 
Aside  he  swept  her  flowing  hair, 
(iaxed  long  on  her  features  pale  and  fair, 
Long  and  silent  as  m  a  dream, 


OVr  the  maiden's  form  the;  \varrior  leaned; 

Then  raised  his  eyes  to  the  star-lit  dome, 

Whispered  in  low,  soft  undertone, 

'I  hou  art  fair  as  am-pe-tu-\vee,  that  gives  us  li^ht, 

Fair  as  han-ye-tu-wee  that  shines  at  niidu. 

[cehi  or  maid,  from  what  far  off  sphere, 

From  what  far  oti    land,  hast  wandered  here? 

From  the  far  off  shores  of  the  po-ne-mah, 

Hast  wandered  from  the  great  hereafter? 

Onavvay,  he  whispered  softly, 

Hast  thy  fair  spirit  come  to  haunt  me? 

Or  hast  fell  from  the  wings  of  wakin-yan-tanka— 

The  win^s  of  the  thunder  god,  wakin-yan-tanka, 

Down  from  anne-me-kee,  the  thunder  of  night, 

Led  by  the  oonk-to-mee's  pale,  phantom  light? 

Hath  drifted  down  through  the  storm  and  gloom, 

To  the  magic  vale  of  fate  and  doom? 

Onaway!  my  heart  speaks  to  thee, 

Sings  with  joy  when  thou  art  near  me 

Onaway!   from  thy  death-like  sleep 

I  bid  thee  'wake,  arise,  and  speak! 

But  the  maiden's  lips  gave  forth  no  sound, 

As  silent  she  lav  on  the  moss-rmnvn  mound. 


M1XXEIVASKA.  :i7 

Wohon-o-win!  the  evil  Manito  of  this  wizard  dell 

Hath  cast  o'er  thee  enchantment's  spell, 

Bound  thy  fair  form  'neath  an  evil  power, 

'Xeath  tlie  magic  spell  of   the  midnight  hour, 

By  all  the  powers  opposed  to  fate, 

Fair  maid,  I  bid  thee  'rise,  awake! 

And  with  clap  of  hand  and  springing  bound, 

The  warrior  leaped  over  the  turfted  ground, 

Ami  spoke  in  tones  of  stern   command. 

As  he  waved  o'er  her  form  his  swaying  hand: 

By  all  the  powers  opposed  to  fate, 

Fair  maid,  I  bid  thee  'rise,  awake! 

Still  the  maiden  lay  in  a  silent  trance, 

Xor  heeded  the  warrior's  strange,  wild  glance, 

o  *^> 

Nor  heeded  his  wail  of  wild  despair, 
As  it  echoed  long  on  the  midnight  air. 
A  sudden  llash,  a  dazzling  light 
Shone  through  the  shadows  and  gloom  of   night, 
A  thundering  crash,  a  rushing  sound, 
A  dark  form  swayed  o'er  the  trembling  ground; 
And  wakin-yan-tanka,  with  dark  wings  spread, 
Now   leaned    over  the;   maid    on    her  moss-grown 
bed: 


> 

Leaned  o'er  her  couch  with  a  fiendish  glare, 
As  his  mocking  laugh  rent  the  midnight  air. 
\Vith  winged  arms,  like  a  threatening  cloud, 
He  leaned  o'er  her  bed  like  a  palling  shroud: 
With  winged  arms  and  swaying  hand, 
He  waved  o  er  her  form  his  magic  wand; 
Fiercer  and  fiercer  his  wild  eves  gleamed, 
Closer  and  closer  his  dark  form  leaned; 
A  fearful  roar,  a  muttering  tone, 
And  his  voice  rancr  far  through  the  vallev  lone: 

o  <.  ^  * 

By  all  the  powers  of  wind  and  storm, 

By  all  the,  elements  and  power  I  own, 

By  my  lightning's  tire  and  my  thunder's  roar, 

Bv  mv  wings  of  air  on  which  I  soar, 

*  *  o 

By  all  the  storm  fiends,  alive  or  dead, 
Bv  my  magic  rule  this  maid  I'll  wed. 
.Bride  of   the  midnight's  stormy  skies, 
By  all  my  powers,  a\vake!   arise! 
A  clash  of  wins,  a  deafenin     roar, 


A  mocking  laugh  Wakin-yan-tanka  breathed, 

A  cloud  of   mist  o'er  the  maiden  wreathed, 
A  piercing  shriek  on  the  night  air  fell, 


And  the  maid  invoke  from  her  mainc  spell. 

<;!> 

A  mocking  laugh  on  the  winds  was  borne, 
An  answering  shout  through  the  mist  and  storm, 
And  the  warrior  chief  with  hurrying  bound, 
Leaped  through  the  shades  and  shadows  round; 
Then  paused  a  space,  with  eyes  ablaze 
At  Wakin-yan-tanka  the  warrior  gazed, 
Long  and  steadily,  his  towering  form 
Swayed  like  a  reed  'neath  a  coming  storm; 
Slowly  and  steadily,  with  eyes  that  gleamed, 
T'ward  Wakin-yan-tanka  the  warrior  leaned, 
Then  spoke,  and  his  voice  gave  a  hollow  sound, 
Like   the   deep   tlow  of   waters  through   caverns 

round. 

1  la.'k  thee,  Wakin-yan-tanka,  I  know  thee  well, 
I  fear  not  thee  or  thy  magic  spell, 
Thy  thundering  bolts  or  thy  storm-winged  clouds, 
Thv  Hashing  lights  or  thy  palling  shrouds; 
IIo!   thou  spirit,  coward  at  soul, 
Ouakes  'neath  the  power  of  Unk-te-hee's  control, 
Unk-te-hee,  the  god  of  the  rocks  and  the  water; 
Unk-te-hee,   who    dwells    in    the    midst    of    earth 

matter; 


40  MINNEWASKA. 

Who  dwells  in  the  stone,  the  mountain  and  river. 
K-ho!   the   avenger  of  wrong,  makes  thy  coward 

soul  quiver; 

Might\-  and  strong,  thou  doth  fear  him  forever. 
Unk-te-hee,  the  god  of  the  rocks  and  the  water, 
Laughs    at    thy    darts,    at    thy    black    wings    of 

thunder. 

The  great   warrior   Mohonk,  son   of  great   Unk- 
te-hee, 

Laughs  thee  to  scorn,  his  heart  doth  not  fear  thee. 
And  with  springing  bound  and  clap  of  hand, 
The  warrior  spoke  in  stern  command: 
By  all  the  powers  of   Unk-te-hee  the  great, 
By  all  the  powers  opposed  to  fate, 
By  all  the  spirits  of  earth  and  air, 
Unk-te-hee,  hear  thy  warrior's  prayer. 
Unk-te-hee,  great  father,  thou  great  god  of  water, 
Endow  me  with  magic,  the  magic  of  wonder, 

O  *— > 

Heed  me,  thy  son,  Unk-te-hee,  thy  warrior, 
Commands    of    the    strength    o'er    thy    foe,    the 

destroyer, 

The  magical  wand  of  the  river  and  mountain, 
The  magical  wand  of  the  stream  and  the  fountain; 


(/jive   wings   to   my   feet   that   o'er   mountain    and 

river, 
I  may  speed  like  the.  wind  through  the  forest  and 

heather; 

Give  thy  magical  darts,  the  bow  and  the  quiver, 
That  thy  enemy's  blood  may  flow  like  the  river. 
Give;  strength  to  my  aim  when  my  arrow  goes 

speeding 
Swift   through    the    mist,  where   the  storm  god  is 

breathing ; 

Ho!   at  my  feet  may  he.  lie  stunned  and  bleeding, 
A  clap  of  hands,  a  springing  bound, 
And  the  warrior's  shout  re-echoed  'round; 
A  mocking  laugh  on  the  night  air  fell, 
An  answering  shout  rang  through  the  deli, 
A  whirling  mist  and  wild  winds  raged, 
Bright  lights,  conflicting,  a  moment  blazed, 
A  deafening  roar,  a  bright  light  Hashed, 
A  thundering  bolt  o'er  the  warrior  crashed 
A  crouching  form  and  the  warrior  leaned, 
Through      swaying      shadows      his      fierce     eves 

gleamed ; 
A  steadv  aim  and  his  bended  bow, 


!•_'  \FIXSEWASKA. 

(ia\'(.:  forth  a  clang  like  a  knell  of  woe;. 

A  whizzing  sound  and  his  arrow  sped, 

Swift  through  the  whirling  mist  it  sped; 

A  clash  of  wings,  a  heaving  sound, 

A  dark  form  reeled  through  the  mist  around, 

A  maddening  roar,  a  sullen  o'roan, 

c>  *_> 

Wakiivyan-tanka  lay  stunned  in  the  valley  lone. 

Enah,  enali,  e-ho,  e-ho, 

The  warrior's  shout  rang  o'er  his  foe; 

With  leap  like  a  panther  protecting  its  vour,^, 

O'er  \Yakin-yan-tanka  the  warrior  sprung. 

With  gliding  pace  and  a  magic  tread, 

The,  warrior  strode  toward  the  moss-grown  bed, 

Where  the  maiden  lay  in  a  sudden  swoon, 

'Xeath  the  gleaming  light  of  the  waning  moon. 

Long  and  silent  the  warrior  leaned 

O'er    the    maid,    where    the   lights    and    shadows 

gleamed; 

Then  raised  her  form  from  her  lowly  bed, 
With  winded  feet  through  the  ni^ht  he  sped. 

<_5  O  O  1 

On  through  the  depths  of  the  rocky  wilds, 
On  o'er  bowlders  and  steep  detdes, 
On  o'er  caverns  where  cataracts  roar, 


The  pale,  white  form  of   the  maid  he  bore. 
On  o'er  the  brink,  through  the  midnight  gloom, 
1  le  sped  from  the  vale  of   fate  and  doom, 
And  his  wild  shout  echoed  his  loud  enah! 
As  he  sped  away  through  the  wilds  afar. 
An  answering  echo,  a  shuddering  moan, 
Quaked  through  the  depths  of   the  valley  lone, 
A  shuddering  siidi,  Wakin-yan-tanka  breathed, 

*>  o  - 

A  cloud  of  mist  o'er  the  sleeper  wreathed, 

A  clap  of  wings  and  his  prostrate  form 

Reeled  from  earth,  through  the  mist  and  storm. 

A  quaking  shudder,  a  reeling  bound, 

His  dark  form  swaved  o'er  the  trembling  ground. 

^  o    *> 

A  mocking  laugh,  an  answering  shout, 
Amid  the  winds  of   the  night  rang  out, 
And  Wakin-yan-tanka,  with  huge  wings  spread, 
Whirled  o'er  the  path  where  the  warrior  tread: 
I'p  and  away  through  the  starry  night, 
lie  followed  the  warrior's  hurried  flight, 
(  )n  o'er  meadows  and  through  meads  afar, 
lie  followed  the  trail  through  the  wilds  afar; 
On  o'er  the  mountain,  the  river  and  stream, 
On  through  the  forest  and  rocky  ravine, 


44  M  L\M-;\('ASKA. 

On  through  the  shadows  and  shades  of  night, 
He  followed  the  warrior's  hurried  flight. 
On  mid  the  rushing  and  quaking  storm, 
The  dark  wing  form  of  the  tiencl  was  borne; 
On  and  mid  roar  and  thundering  crash, 

o 

His  lightning  darts  o'er  the  warrior  flashed; 

<T>  <—* 

On  till  the  rays  of  the  early  morn 
Streaked  the  night  shades  with  a  golden  dawn; 
On  till  An-pe-tu-wee  came  swiftly  striding, 
Swift  o'er  the  storm  god  his  footsteps  came  gliding, 
(  )n  till  An-pe-tu-wee,  the  sun  god  of  great  wonder, 

*"•>  O 

Arose  o'er  the  storm  prod,  the  great  god  of  thun- 

*^3  O  O 

der— 

Arose  in  his  beauty,  his  flashing  eyes  gleaming, 
O'er  Wakin-yan-tanka  sent  his  fiery  darts  stream 
ing, 
On    till    his    swift    rays    rent    the    storm    clouds 

asunder — 
Rent   the   dark   clouds,  pierced   the  great  god  of 

thunder. 

Then  like  a  phantom  retreating  from  sight, 
With   low,    muttering  rumble   he    vanished    from 
sight; 


With  low,  mocking  laughter  and  rumbling  sound, 

He  reeled  through  space-  with  a  whirling  bound; 

Back  through  the  shades  and  shadows  afar, 

His  form  grew  dim  as  a  fading  star. 

And  the  warrior's  shout  rang  a  loud  enah! 

As  he  sped  away  through  the  wilds  afar; 

On  t'ward  the  east,  t'warcl  the  rising  sun, 

With  every  stride  a  league  he  sprung. 

Far  up  a  valley,  the  Mohawk  vale, 

The  maid  he  bore  through  a  sunny  dale; 

Far  up  the  Shawangunk's  steep  mountain  height 

He  bore  the  maid  t'ward  the  open  light. 

Far  up  the  mount,  where  his  castle  dome, 

'Xeath  the  golden  rays  of  the,  sunlight  shone, 

o  J  o 

And  its  shining  walls  glistened  and  gleamed, 
Where  the  golden  rays  of  the  sunlight  streamed, 
And  the  waving  vine  swayed  to  and  fro, 
From  the  rocky  dome  to  the  base  below. 
Wild  and  weird,  with  hurried  tread, 
T'ward  the  rocky  base  the  warrior  spec 
Aside  he  (lung  the  gliding  door, 
Stepped  lightly  o'er  the:  moss-grown  iloor, 
Trod  lightly  on  'neath  the;  crystal  walls, 


48 

Far  down  the  winding,  echoing  halls, 
Past  sparkling  founts  whose  endless  llo\v, 
Fell  'neath  the  light  of  a  mystic  glow; 
Stept  lightly  on  through  high  arched  walls, 
Through  white  and  shining-  marble  halls; 
Stept  lightly  down  'neath  the  castle  dome, 
Through  the  deep  rotunda  the  sunlight  shone 
O'er  glittering  walls,  where  stalactites  hung 
Like  gleaming  jewels  in  the;  golden  sun; 
And  the  flowing  founts,  with  splashing  sound, 
Filled  the  great  depths  of   the  cavern  'round. 
Swift  o'er  the  iloor  with  noiseless  sound, 
The  warrior  leaped  with  hurried  bound, 
Spread  with  a  light  and  gentle  hand, 
.A  lleecy  couch  on  the  shining  sand; 
Placed  the  sleeping  form  of  the  maiden  fair, 
'Mid  the  clinging  folds  of   the  ermine-  rare; 
Where  soft  lights  fell  from  the  castle  dome, 
She  lay  like  a  queen  on  a  royal  throne 
Long  he  ga/ed  on  the  sleeper  fair, 
On  the.  waving  ilow  of   her  trailing  hail 
On  the  pale  young  form  as  in  a  dream, 
O'er  the  maiden's  form  the  warrior  leaned. 


- 


.u/.y.y/;iiM>7\M.  r,i 

Then  murmured  in  accents  soft  ami  low, 
Like  the  sounding"  waters'  rippling"  (low, 
And  his  far  olf   tones  like  sweet  music  fell, 
()Yr  the  sleeper's  soul  like  a  magic  spell, 
Beauteous  maid!   from  thy  magical  scenes. 
Moat  back  thy  bark  from  the  distant  streams. 
From  thy  wild-wood  haunts  and  thy  forest  home, 
M'om  thy  leafy  vales  I  bid  thee  come. 
Long  and  steadily,  with  eyes  intent, 
O'er  the  sleeper's  form  the  warrior  bent, 
With  swaying  arm  and  clap  of  hand, 
Me  waved  o'er  her  form  his  magic  wandt 
'Then  spoke,  and  his  voice  gave  a  thrilling  sound 
As  it  echoed  long  through  the  cavern  'round. 
By  all  the  powers  of   Unk-te-hee  the  great, 
Bv  all  the  powers  opposed  to  fate, 

J 

Beauteous  maid,  from  thy  death-like  sleep. 

I  bid  thee  wake,  arise  and  speak! 

Child  o!    the  midnight's  stormy  skies, 

I  bid  thee  speak,  awake,  arise! 

Slowly  and  softly  the  maiden  breathed 

A  cloud  of   mist  o'er  the  sleeper  wreathed, 

A  sudden  LTV,  a  low,  wild  shriek, 


And  the  maid  half  rose;  to  her  trembling  feet. 
With  quiverinof  sol)  and  shuddering1  moan, 

O  £> 

Slie  n;(;lcd  from  her  couch  lik(-  a  bird  in  storm; 
With  trembling  hands  and  eyes  upraised, 
At  the  warrior  chief  the  maiden  gaxed, 
Then  spoke,  and  the  warrior's  heart  rejoiced, 
At  the  dulcet  tones  the  maiden  voiced; 
With  far  off  look,  as  in  a  dream, 
Her  words  fell  soft  as  a  murmuring  stream. 

o 

Oh,  Gitchee-man-ito!  of  earth  and  air, 

Where  am  I,  oh,  Ogema,  where  am   I,  where? 

Art  spirit  or  mortal  ^  do  I  behold 

Man  of  my  race,  a  warrior  bold? 

Or  is  it  a  fancy,  a  fleeting  dream, 

That  thou  art  a  friend?   not  a  foe  doth  seem; 

Thy  face,  like  a  god's,  from  a  regal  height, 

Seems  to  wake  my  soul  from  the  depth  of  night, 

Wohon-owin!  wohon-owin!  woe  is  me,  woe! 

Speak,  oh,  Ogema,  art  thou  friend  or  foe? 

And  the  warrior  smiled  his  kind  intent, 

As  o'er  her  form  he  lowly  bent; 

Then  murmured  in  tones  like  the  sounding  wave, 

Like  the  sim/ino"  wind  through  the  winding  cave: 


Fear  not,  fair  maid,  from  thy  feven  cl  dream 
Awake,  to  the  llo\v  of  the  silvery  stream, 
To  the  Itirds'  soft  notes  amUthe  tinkling  pkiy 
(  )l    the.  rippling  founts  'neath  the  misty  spray; 
Awake  to  the  soundings  of   earth  and  air, 
To  the.  world's  sweet  music  and  sunshine  lair. 
.And  his  words   fell  sott  as  the  whispering"  breeze 


With  quivering  shudder  and  forward  hound, 
The  maiden  leaped  o'er  the,  shining  ground, 
Gazed  far  up  through  the  castle  dome, 
Where  the  golden  rays  of   the  sunlight  shone; 
Then  cried  aloud  in  wondering  awe, 
As  she  reeled,  half  dazed,  o'er  the  cavern  lloor — 
Oh,  the  sun  shines  bright,  the  sky's  serene, 
My  soul,  were  it  all  a  strange,  wild  dream.-1 
'Mid  a  tierce,  dark  cloud  and    the  thunder's  roar, 
I  dreamed   I  was  borne  from  my  native  shore; 
From  the  flowing  streams  by  my  wild-wood  tent, 
O'er  lields  and   forests  my  course  was  bent, 
On  tierce,  dark  wings  like  a  bird  in  (light, 
I    dreamed    I    was   borne    throuh    the   storms   of 


r.4  MINNEH'AXKA. 

The  wild  winds  roared,  the.  lightnings  played, 

I  dreamed,  oh,  Knah!    I  was  afraid. 

Yd.  still — be  still,  my  trembling  heart— 

The  paling  shadows  seemed  to  part, 

And  gleaming  through  the  mist  of  night, 

I  dreamed  I  saw  a  strange;,  pale  light; 

Like,  a  beacon  star  through  the  storm  and  gloom, 

It  shone  through  the  depths  of  a  vale  called  doom. 

And  a  form — oh,  a  form  of    noble  height— 

Leaned  o'er  my  couch  in  the-  hush  of  night 

-  <_> 

And  whispered  words  my  soul  could  hear, 
Till  my  throbbing  heart  had  ceased  to  fear. 
A  form,  a  form,  oh,  a  form  like  thine, 
Like  an  angel's  soul  it  seemed  to  shine; 
MY  heart  was  thrilled  with  the  touch  he  gave. 

*  *_> 

Like  a  warrior  chief  he  was  bold  and  brave, 

And  his  voice,  like  the  sound  of  a  music  strain, 

Sang  to  my  soul  a  sweet  refrain. 

His  voice,  his  voice,  On-away,  my  heart! 

And  the  maiden  sprang  with  a  sudden  start, 

Ga/.ed  at  the  warrior  with  bated  breath, 

As  her  face  grew  white  as  the  face  of  death; 

Her  faltering  lips  breathed  forth  a  sigh 


MI\M-;\\'A:<KA.  r,r. 

The  warrior  heard,  as  it  fluttered  nigh. 

His  voice,  his  voice,  oil,  his  voice  seemed  thine, 

Yes  thine,  she  murmured,  the  voice  was  thine; 

And  the  crimson  sprang  to  her  ashy  cheek, 

As  the  fair  young  maid  essayed  to  speak. 

Long  the  warrior  gazed  at  the  maiden  fair, 

At  her  drooping  eyes  and  trailing  hair, 

Then  strode  a  space  with  measured  tread, 

In  murmuring  voice  he  softly  said: 

Thou  art  fair  as  a  lily,  fair  as  a  dream, 

Like   the  stars   in   their  beauty   thy  bright  eyes 

seem, 

Thy  innermost  soul,  like  a  jewel  rare, 
Shines  through  the  casket  pure  and  fair. 
Beauteous  maid,  fair  goddess,  fair  queen, 
'  Twas  a  vision  thou  sa\v,  think  not  'twas  a  dream 
From  which   thou    doth   wake   like  a  bird   in  the 

morn, 
Like   a   Muttering    bird    from    the    wind   and   the 

storm. 
Thou  wcrt   borne,    from    thy   home;   at  midnight's 

lone  hour, 
When  a  dark  evil  demon  held  thee  in  his  power; 


Circ.at  Wakin-yan-tanka  bore  thee  in  the  night. 
On  his  great  evil  wings,  at  a  far  distant  height, 
I>ore  thee,  fair  maid,  from  thy  loved  mother's 

sight, 

i'ore  thee  to  his  vale,  to  the  valley  of  gloom, 
To  the  valley  of  evil,  the  valley  of  doom, 
hi  the  dark  of  the  night  when  evil  reigned  round 

<  i  o 

thee, 
'T\vas  there  in  the  gloom,  in  the  shadows,  I  found 

C!5 

thee. 
A  fair,  sacred  spirit,  a  daughter  of  nio-ht, 

l  C^»  <z> 

Led   my   wandering-  steps  by   a  strange    beacon 

light, 
Deep  in    the   vale   'neath   spells   that  had   bound 

thee, 
Fair    maid    in    thy   beauty,   enah,   there    I    found 

thee, 

Like  a  lily  asleep,  with  the  dew  on  its  breast, 
Like  a  fair  drooping"  lily  I  found  thee  at  rest. 
Long  in  great  wonder  1  ga/ed  at  thy  form. 
And    asked  of    mv  soul    from    whence  wert  thou 

«* 

borne? 
'I  ill  the  fair  sacred  spirit  of  knowledge  and  light, 


Answered  my  soul  through  the  depths  of  the  night; 
Answered  my  soul  like  the  singing   of  water, 
Thou  wert  Wakin-wo-halpa,  a  sacred  gift  daugh 
ter. 

Borne  through  the  rays  of  a  swift  meteor  light, 
'Mid  the   swift   Wakan-denda    from   far  distant 

height; 

Thou  wert  born  a  fair  goddess,  a  sacred  gift  star, 
A  sacred  born   daughter  to   Minne-ha-ha: 

o 

Named  by  the  spirits  Bright  Minnewaska, 

To  the  fair  Queen  of  Beauty  thou  wert  born  her 

fair  daughter. 

Like  soundings  of  music  the  spirit  voice  fled, 
And  my  soul  in   strange  vision  saw  thee  instead; 
Saw  thy  fair   form  'mid  the  storm  of  the  ni^ht, 

s  O 

Borne  from  thy  home  in  swift  hurried  flight; 
'Mid  Wakin-yan-tanka's  dark  wings  outspread, 
With  thee,  'mid  the  darkness  he  floated  o'er  head. 
Floated  with   thee  to  the  deep  depths  of  doom, 
Down  to  the  depths  of  the  valley  of  '-'loom; 

**  «— > 

Long  in  the  silence  and  hush  of  the  night, 

I  gaxed  on  thy  form  'neath  a  strange  mystic  light; 

At  thy  form  as  it  lay  'neath  the  glimmer  and  shine, 


:,«  MfNXEWASKA, 

I   vowed    I  would  woo    thee,    would  wed    thee    as 

mine; 

And  littered  iond  words  thy  deep  soul  could  hear, 
Till    thy   answer  in;..;    heart     had  ceased    from    thy 

fear; 
Till  thou  yearned  for  the  love  my  fond  iieart  could 

give, 

And  I  knew  by  thy  smile  my  own  sou!  could  live. 
Scarce  iiad  I  uttered  this  vow  to  my  heart 
\Yhen  a  loud,  mocking    laugh   arose  through  the 

dark, 

And    Wakin-yan-tanka,    with    great     wings    out 
spread, 

Leaned  o'er  thy  form  with  his  dark  looks  of  dread; 
Breathed  o'er  thee  his  tierce  blasting  breath, 
And    vowed    he   would    wed    thee  in    life   and    in 

death. 

I  Io!  like  a  panther  enraged  to  the  fight, 
I  fought    with    my    foe   through  the  depth   of  the 

night: 

rouglit  for  thee!  for  thee!  Ne-ne-moo-sha  my  love. 
Fought  with  thf  strength  of  the  spirits  above; 
Fought  with  the  foe  the  great  i'od  of  thunder, 


M  l\\K\\'ASKA.  :>'.) 

Fought    with     the    strength,  with    the    magic   of 

wonder; 

The  great  chieftain  Mohonk,  the  son  of  my  father 
Fought  with  the  strength  of  the  great  God  of 

Water; 
Fought  till  great   Unk-te-hee  leaned    through  the 

night, 

Guided  my  aim,  i^ave  aid  to  the  ti^ht; 
Gave  magical  aim  till  my  arrow  went  speeding, 
Till    prone   on    the  ground  \Vakin-yan-tanka    lay 

bleeding; 
Tili     [Merced     by    im    arrows    the    great    Ciod    of 

Thunder 

Lay  stunned  like  the  dead  by  the  magic  of  wonder; 
Till  swift  through  the  night  with  thee  I  went 

fleeing, 

The  great  God  of  Thunder  recovering,  pursuing, 
Till  great  An-pe-tu-wee  the  sun  god,  of  yon  height, 
Pierced  through  his  wings,  his  great  wings  of 

night; 

Fill  reeling  and  rumbling  like  the  mist  of  the  morn 
He  vanished  from  sight  through  the  shadows  of 

dawn: 


C.O  M  I  \Xti\\' ASK  A. 

Till   far  up   the   Shawangunk   my  footsteps  went 
leaping1, 

Till  here  'neath  my  castle  walls  peacefully  sleep- 
in-; 

I  woke  thee,  my  love,  Ne-ne-moosha,  my  queen, 
I  awoke  thee!  a\voke  thee!  yet  not  from  a  dream; 
I  awoke  thee,  fair  love,  from  enchantment's  dread 

power, 
From   evil   that   hound   thee,    at   midnight's   lone 

hour; 
From  evil   enchantment   'neath    which  thou  \vert 

bound, 

I  awoke  thy  calmed  soul  to  the  musical  sound; 
'I  o  the  music  of  song-birds,  the  sweet  sounds  of 

the  air, 

To  the  world  in  its  beauty  and  all  that  is  fair. 
I  bid  thy  soul  listen,  hark!    'tis  not  a  dream, 
The  melodious  (low  of  the  murmuring  stream, 
The  brooklet's  low  murmur,  the  son-  birds  in  tune, 
And  the  sound  of   the  singing  winds  fanning  the 

bloom. 
Fair  maid,  lift  thine  eyes,  'neath    the   clap  of   my 

hand, 


Let  all  sorrows  disperse,  'neath   the  spell  of  my 

wand, 

Let  thy  musical  laughter  resound  in  its  mirth, 
Let  us  roam  far  together,  thou  fairest  of  earth. 
Fear  not,  oh,  Me-tah-win,  with  magic  of  wonder, 
1  vanquished  thy  foe,  the  great  god  of  thunder; 
Unk-te-hee,   the   warrior,    chief    Mohonk,    of  the 

vale, 
Bids  thee  follow  him    far,  o'er  his  high  mountain 

trail; 
Fair  maid,  quick,  thy  hand,  thou  shalt  roam  like 

the  wind, 
Thou  shalt  dance  through  the   forest,  leap  like;  a 

hind; 

(Juick  from  my  castle  walls  see  we  are  gliding, 
Far  up  the  mountain  steep  see  we  are  striding, 
Swift  like  the  great  eaglet  soaring  in  flight, 
We've  reached   the   point  of   the  steep  mountain 

height; 

Here,  'neath  the  shade  of   the  o'er-hanging  trees, 
We'll    rest    'neath   the   cool    of    the    soft    summer 

breeze ; 
Rest  from  the  dark,  from  the  storms  of  the  nii'ht, 


'Xeath  great  An-pe-tu-wee's  fair,  beauteous  light. 

See  iu  the  distance  his  golden  rays  gleam, 

O'er   deep    running  waters,    o'er  bright   runniiv'' 

L  O  r>  O 

stream, 

O'er  high  hills  and  valleys,  o'er  forest  and  dale, 
His  great  lights  and  shadows  sweep  over  the  vale, 
Sweep    over    the    forest    tops,    light    winds    are 

blowing, 

Sweep  o'er  the  forest  tops  far  'neath  us  (lowing, 
Deep  in  the  shadows  there  leaps  the  young"  roe, 
The  ta-hinca-ska,  tiu-  inount.'iin  deer,  the  fawn, 

and  the  doe, 

The  ta-hin-ca,  tlut  t;i-to-ka,  the  tam-do-ka,  the  roe, 
Swift  as  the  shadows  glide,  onward  they  go. 
Lo,  in  tiie  meadows  there,  'neath  the  sun's  gleam, 
Flit  the  gay  song-birds,  'neath  the  bright  sheen, 
The    ape-chee,  the   so-so-kali,  the   c;hit-o-walk    on 

the  wing, 

The  owais-sa,  the  blue-birds,  like  jeebis  they  sing. 
Fair  maid,  lift  thine  eyes,  let  their  bright  beauty 

gleam, 

O'er    tlie     hills,    the     valleys,    the     swift     running- 
stream. 


MIXXEU'AXKA.  M 

Far  to  the  tour  \vinds,  o'er  the  far-reaching  plain, 
The  great  chieftain  Mohonk,  holds  magical  reign. 
The  son  of  ore  at  Unk-te-hee  holds  at  command 
The  rocks  and  the  rivers,  holds  sway  o'er  the  land, 
Reigns  the  great  chieftain,  great  Mohonk  of  tin- 
vale. 
Leads  his  bold  warriors,  the  Mohawks,  on  the 

trail; 

Chief   of  the  battle  he.  leads  to  the;  light, 
Till  all  his  ^reat  foemen  fall  neath  his  might. 
Far  as  thine  eyes  can  reach,  far  o'er  the  plains, 
O'er  the  tribes  of  the  Mohawk  the  great  chieftain 

reigns. 

Ho,  the  great  Mohonk,  with  clap  of   the  hand, 
Will  summon    in    strength   all   his   brave   warrior 

band; 

I  will  send  forth  my  signals  till  the  echoes  resound, 
Till  my  warriors  and  allies  rush  forth  to  the  sound. 
See,  in  the  distance  like  shadows  they  come. 
List  the  faint  sounds,  'tis  the  beat  of   the  drum, 
1  he  beat  of  the  tomtom,  as  swift  from  the  dance, 
They  bring  forth   the   quiver,  the   spear   and    the 
lance; 


Ot  MINNEU'ASKA. 

And  the  shouts  of  my  warriors  sound   from  the 

tepee, 

As  swift  to  my  call  they  haste  from  the  tee. 
Sec-,  in  the  distance,  my  brave  bands  are  trooping, 
List  their  glad  cries,  their  loud  shouts,  and  their 

•u  hooping. 
Fair    ma'd,    ere    my    warriors    and    troops    here 

assemble — 

\\  ithdraw  not  thy  hand,  why  doth  thou  so  trem 
ble? 

Ere  my  warriors  have  gazed  on  thy  beauty  so  fair, 
Let  me  twine  this  wreath  in  the  shine  of  thy  hair, 
The  drooping  white  lilies  I  plucked  from  the 

stream, 
And  crown   thee,  Me-tah-wm,  my  bride  and  my 

queen. 
Ne-ne-moo-sha,    fair  love,   like  the  stars   of   the 

night, 
Thou   hast  shed  o'er  my  soul  a  sweet,  witching 

light; 
Like  the  stars   in   their  beauty,  oh,  my  love,  oh, 

my  queen, 
Dot  h  thine  eyes  in  their  beauty  sparkle  and  gleam; 


Let 


me 


Let  our   liearts   be  united,  like  the  swift  running 

stream  ; 
Let  us  roam    hand    in    hand,  like   the  flow  of   the 

river, 
Let  us  join  heart  to  heart  forever  and  ever. 

Lon^  the  warrior  ^axed  with  eyes  intent, 
(  )'er  the  maiden's  iorm  the  warrior  bent, 
'I  lien  murmured  in  accents  low  and  sweet, 

Sli 

At  the  warrior  chief   th 


Oh,  O^ema,  oh,  chieftain,  of    wonder  and  m 

To  thee  was    I    borne   through    thr   dejuh  of    tlie 

ni-lit; 

( )h,  ()^"ema.  ( )^ema,  of   wonder  and  power, 
To  thee  was  I  borne  at  midnight's  lonr  hour. 
To  ihee  uras    1    borne    through  the  storms  of    t!ie 

ni«'ht, 


By  the  great  Gitchee-man-ito,  the  great  spirit  of 

light; 

To  thee,  oh,  mee-heen-yah,  to  thee  was  I   borne, 
Through   deep   dej)ths  of  evil,  through  darkness 

and  storm; 

The  threat  Gitchee-man-ito,  the  great  giver  of  life, 
Led  me,  oh.  enah,  through  deep  depths  of  strife. 
Oh,  Ogema,  oh,  Ogema,  of  wonder  and  might, 
Thou'st  sang  to  my  soul  like  a  spirit  of  light; 
Thou'st  sang  to  my  soul  till  my  heart  in  its  singing. 
Sounds  to  thine  own  in  its  musical  ringing, 
Till  it  leaps  like  a  fountain,  sings  like  a  bird, 
Echoes  the  music  the  breezes  have  stirred; 
Echoes  the  love  thy  spirit  hath  brought  me, 
Echoes  the  love  thy  spirit  hath  taught  me; 
Soul  of  my  soul,  like  the  weak  clinging  vine, 
My  heart  must  ever  around  the  entwine: 
Soul  of  my  soul,  though  the  wild  winds  blow  ever, 
I  am  thine,  oh,  Osrema,  oh,  Mee-heen-yah.  forever 

o  J 

Long  the  warrior  gaxed  at  the  maiden  fair, 
At  her  shining  eyes  and  streaming  hair, 
At  her  royal  robes,  that  shone  like  clew, 


M  I\M:\\'.\>KA.  n: 

Where    the    gleaming    rays    of    the    light    shone 

through, 

At  a  fair  young  form,  lithe  as  a  fawn, 
At  a  face  that  shone;  like  the  light  of  dawn; 
Long  and  silent,  with  look  intent, 
O'er  the  maiden's  form  the  warrior  bent, 
Then  raised  her  hand  with  a  gentle  grasp, 
To  his  heart  the  willing  maid  he  clasped. 
Long  and  silent,  as  in  a  dream, 
They  stood  like  statues,  like  king  and  queen, 
Like  god  and  goddess,  by  magic  bound, 
'Xeath  the  spell  of  love  that  reigned  around. 
Fast  bound  'neath  the  spell  of   magical  dreams, 
They  heeded  naught  of  the  fierce,  wild  scenes, 
The  sinking  rays  of    the,  setting  sun, 
Or  the  gathering  clouds  that  o'er  them  hung, 
Fierce  and  wild  through  the  fading  light, 
As  they  gathered  force  with  the  coming  night. 
Wrapped  in  the  silence  of   deep  love  profound, 
They  heeded  naught  of   the  muttering  sound-' 
A  fierce,  lo\v  nimble,  of   wings  outspread, 
As  \Vakin-yan-tanka  wheeled  hi«_di  o'er  head: 
\Yhirled  and  circled,  his  hii'-e  ioini  borne 


0-  M  l.\M-:\\'.\SKA. 

I  ligh  'mid  the  winds  of   the  on-rushing  storm. 
Whirling  and  circling,  with  great  wings  spread, 
lie  leaned   through  the  night  with  dark  looks  of 

dread- 
Leaned  o'er  the  lovers  with  fierce  looks  of  ire, 
As  downward  he  aimed  his  swift  darts  of  fire. 
Swift  from   his  talons,  o'er  his  dark  win<j\s  and 

<•» 

under, 

Swept    the    bright    darts    of    the    --Teat    God    of 

l  *_>  «7> 

Thunder, 

Swept  the   red   Wakindee,  till  great  tongues  of 
flame 

Leaped  through  the  forest,  o'er  valley  and  plain, 
Sped   the    swift   lightning,    the   great    Wakindee     . 

light, 
Till  the  dense  forest  blaze  gleamed    through  the 

night; 

Swift  the  red  tire-light  leaped  from  the  ground, 
I'ar  up  the  mountain  steep,  circling  them  'round, 
(  dowed   the   red    forest    flames   round    them    and 

over, 

O'er  the  fair,  dreaming  maid,  o'er  her  fond  lover. 
As  silent  and  motionless,  not  heeding  a  sound, 


They  bowed  to  the  spell  'neath  which  they  were 
bound; 

Lost  to  the  night  and  the  great  danger  'round 
them, 

Lost  'neath  enchantment,  'neath  the  deep  spell 
that  bound  them, 

They  heeded  naught  of  the  loud,  mocking  laugh 
ter, 

The  loud  mocking  sounds  that  echoed  long  after, 

As  Wakin-yan-tanka,  with  flashings  of  light, 

Flapped  his  huge  wings  and  (led  through  the 
night; 

Manned  his  huge  wings  as  he  circled  around, 

o  o 

And  fled  through  the  night  with  a  rumbling  sound. 

o  &  o 

Silent  and  still,  like  statues  of  stone, 
Stood  the  warrior  and  maiden,  silent  and  lone, 
Hand  clasped  in  hand,  heads  bowed  as  if  doomed 
To  the  on  rushing  flames  that  over  them  loomed. 
Ho,  like  the  Wakindee's  swift  flashing  light, 
The  great  God,  Unk-tee-hee,  leaned  through  the 

night, 

Leaned  through  the  misty  clouds  over  him  sway 
ing, 


7:.'  MIXSEU'ASKA 

Leaned  thro'  the  dewy  shrouds  mistily  straying, 
Leaned  o'er  the  glowing  llanies  swiftly  blowing, 

O  O  •>  <» 

Breathed    forth    the    vapory    clouds    under    him 

flowing; 

Lo,  to  his  breathing,  his  swift,  mighty  breathing", 
Mowed    forth    the    vapory    clouds,    whirling    and 

wreathing. 

Swift  as  the  eaglet  soaring  homeward  in  flight, 
The  great   God   of   Waters  swept  down  through 

the  night, 

Swept  o'<T  the  mountain  1  [ting  thro'  mist; 

Swift  the  great  Unk-te-hee  leaned  o'er  the  crest, 
Leaned  o'er  the  lovers,  his  e-Teat  pinions  of  li-dit 

<_>  I  ."""•> 

Enwrapped  them    like  shields  from  the  flames  of 

the  night. 

Downward  lie  leaned,  then  spoke  soft  rind  low, 
Like  the  murmuring  waves  in  their  rippling 
Spoke  to  their  souls,  to  the  spirit  that  bound  them, 


tem. 

Hark  to  mv  voice,  oh,  my  son,  oh,  my  daughter, 
To  the  voice  of   great  l,Tnk-te-hee,  God  of   earth 

and  of  writer. 


MIXXEU'ASKA.  73 

Afar  from  Ka-tha-ga,  from  my  lodge  in  the,  west, 
Afar  o'er  the  pathway  of  ether  and  mist, 
Afar  o'er  the  pathway  of  the  spirits  of  light, 
Have  I  sought  thee,  my  own,  through  the  shades 

of   the  night. 
Lo,  in  my  soul  have  I  heard  thy  sweet  sininncr 

J  s  *z>          <^> ' 

Thy  yoices'  low  chant,  a  rhythmical  ringing, 
As  sounds  forth  the  lute,  as  yibrates  the  harp, 
So  the  spirit  of   love  sings  forth  in  thy  heart: 
Sings  in  thy  heart,  lo!  thy  two  souls  are  plighted, 
Lo!   my  children  as  one  in  love;  are  united. 
Fierce  were  the  fates  and  evils  that  bound   thee, 
Long  reigned  the  spirits  of  darkness  around  thee, 
Brave  is  my  warrior,  who  with  magic  of  wonder, 
Fought  with  my  foe,  the  great  God  of  Thunder. 
Lo,  from  the  raging  (lames  surging  around  thee, 
From  the  evils  of   fate,  the  evils  that  bound  thee, 
Lo,  from  tierce;  battle,  from  woe  and  from  strife, 
1  will  free  thee  forever,  will  give:  thee  new  life; 
Will  change  thy   two   forms,  thou  shalt  (low  like 

a  river, 

Thou  shalt  be  like  the  water,  united  forever; 
Lo,  thou  art  mine,  mv  sou  and  mv  daughter, 


'4  MIXXKU'ASKA. 

'I  hou  shah   ilow   like   the   stream,  like  deep  run 
ning  water. 

Deep  as  thy  love  will  I  delve  thro'  the  mountain, 
With  my  magical  wand  will  I  delve  a  deep  foun 
tain; 
I)o\vn  through  the  deep  depths  of  unfathomable 

space; 

Thou  shalt  glide  like  a  river,  them  son  of  my  race; 
Thou  son  of  great  Unk-te-hee,  thou  son  and  thou 

daughter, 

Hand  in  hand  thou  shah  glide,  like  a  river  of  water- 
Thou   shalt   llow  like  a  river,  spring  forth   like  a 

fount, 
As   one  thou   shalt   leap   the   steep   sides    of    the 

mount; 

On  neath  thy  shining  robes  downward  shall  glide, 
The   great   chieftain    Mohonk,    Minnewaska    his 

bride— 
As  a  musical  fount,  as  a  bright  shining  river, 
ignited  as  one,  thou  shalt  llow  on  forever 
Sxvift  as  the  \Vah-kahn-dee's  flashings  of  light, 
Great  Unk-te-hee  leaned  through  the  mist  of  the 

ni<dit, 


ML\\  L:\VASKA.  77 

Reached   forth   his   shining  wand,  glittering  and 

gleaming, 

Reached  forth  his  magic  hand,  silently  leaning; 
High   through   the   mountain   top   delved  a  deep 

fountain, 
Reached   forth   his  magic   hand,  delved  through 

the  mountain; 
Deep  through  the  mountain,  through  fathomless 

space, 

A  deep  rocky  cavern  formed  down  thro'  the  base; 
Reached  forth  his  shining  wand,  leaning  far  over, 

o  o 

Touched  with  his  magic  hand  the  maid  and  her 
lover. 

Lo,  with  a  sounding  shout,  music  and  laughter, 

The  maid  and  her  lover's  form,  changed  into 
\  apor, 

Changed  to  a  shining  cloud,  mistily  gleaming, 

Swayed  o'er  the  deep  abyss,  whirling  and  wreath 
ing. 

Swift  the  great  Unk-te-hee  breathed  through  the 
night, 

And  their  cloud  forms  were  changed  to  a  river 
of  liirht: 


7S  M  I\\L-:\\'ASKA. 

Sparkling  and  pure;  from  the  far  distant  height, 
Flowed  the  bright  emerald  stream  down  through 

O  t> 

the  night; 
I  )o\vn    through    the    deep   abyss,    down    through 

the  mountain, 
Leaped  through  the  winding  ways,  sprang  like  a 

fountain, 

Up  o'er  the  mountain  top,  laughing  with  mirth, 
Leaped  o'er  the  rocky  steep,  downward  to  earth. 
With  music  and  laughter,  o'er  the  steep  mountain 

side, 

Downward  their  spirit  forms  swayingly  glide; 
Dance  through  the  misty  foam,  swaying  in  mirth, 
They  glide  with  a  silvery  stream  far  o'er  the  earth ; 
Far  through   the   woodland,  through   forest  and 

O  O 

dale, 

Like  spirits  of  mist  they  glide  through  the  vale; 
Far  o'er  the  valley,  the  river  and  tide, 
O'er  the  great  sea  of  water  their  spirit  forms  glide; 
To  and   fro  with   iray  laughter,  with   music   and 

r~>      j  •_> 

mirth, 

They  roam  through  the  misty  waves,  gcds  of  the 
earth: 


Fair  'neath  their  shining  robes,  llow  like  a  foun 
tain, 

To  and  fro  o'er  the  rock)'  side,  down  the  steep 
mountain, 

Leaping,  dancing,  laughing  in  mirth, 

They  glide  with  a  silvery  stream  far  o'er  the  earth. 

Afar  to  the  eastward,  o'er  the  hill  and  the  vale, 
Hath  the  spirit    U-a-no-ma   roamed   far  o'er   the 

trail. 

Till  here  in  thy  valley,  at  thy  feet,  Minne-ha-ha, 
These  tidings  I  brinof  of  thy  fair  Minnewaska. 

<D  <~>  J 

Then  sing,  oh,  sing!  Oh,  glad  Minne-ha-ha! 
Thou    queen    in    thy   beauty,    oh,    fair    laughing 

water; 

Sing,  oh,  sing,  till  thy  music  and  laughter 
Go    sounding    through    space    and    echoes    long 

after. 

Sing  when  the.  night  winds  over  thee  sigh, 
Sing  when  the  storm  clouds  rages  on  high, 
Sing  when  the  night  clouds  over  thee  loom, 
Then  let  thy  pining  heart  cease  from  its  gloom. 
For  lo,  thy  fair  daughter,  thy  fair  Minnewaska. 


Leaps  to  the  sounds  of  the  fair  Lausfhinsf  Water; 

i_>  O 

Leaps  to  the  sounds  of  thy  musical  singing, 

Leaps  to  thy  echoes,  to  thy  laughter  and  ringing, 

Voicing  thy  laughter,  thy  music  and  mirth, 

As  she  roams  in  her  spirit  form  far  o'er  the  earth. 

Sing,  oh,  sing!  oh,  fair  Minne-ha-ha! 

Lcho  thy  spirit  voice  far  o'er  the  water, 

Till  with  the  sounding  waves  rhythmically  rimnno-, 

O  J  •/«*•>  O  * 

Minnewaska  unites  with  thee,  in  her  singing; 
Leaping  like  thee,  where  the  sunbeams  stray, 
Dancing  in  mirth  neath  the  moonbeam's  ray; 
Flowing,  swaying,  plunging  far  downward, 
Leaping,  dancing,  gliding  far  onward, 
Till  her  sweet  sounding  voice,  echoes  to  thee, 
Alar  o'er  the  winding  ways,  o'er  earth  and  sea. 
Lo,  in  the  distance  the  night  Sun  of   Light, 
Han-ye-tu-wee,  the  waning  moon,  iloats  through 

the  night, 
Shrouding     thy     mist}-    form,     enwrapping    thee 

'round; 

'Mid  deep  shades  and   shadows,  of  mystery  pro 
found, 
Far  through  the  silent  space,  far  thro'  the  night, 


M I  \.\i:  If.  l.V/vM  -  ; 

The  moon's  shade  and  shadows  gleam  far  from 
von  height. 

y  o 

Afar  through  the  silent  space,  leaning  far  o'er, 
Her  pale  rays  are  beckoning  me  upward  to  soar; 
Alar  through  the  shadows  the  pale  moon  of  night, 
Beckons  U-a-no-ma,  her  lone  Daughter  of  Li<du: 

o  o 

l~p  through  Wangee-ta-chan-ku,  the  spirit's  path 
way, 

\\  ill  I  glide  through  the  misty  path  ere  dawns 
the  day. 

Farewell,  Minne-ha-ha,  the  moon's  pinions  of 
light, 

O 

\\Till   bear   me  away    through   the   shades   of    the 

night, 

Hear  me  away  to  her  bright  realms  afar. 
Farewell  Oueen  of  Beautv,  farewell  Minne-ha-ha. 


MISCELLANEOUS  POEMS. 


SCENES  REMEMBERED. 
Remembrance,  sweet  remembrance, 

Of  life,  when  young  and  fair, 
When  my  heart  was  ever  sing-ing, 

And  my  soul  was  free  from  care. 
I  remember  a  bright  childhood, 

And  a  mother's  sweet  caress, 
And  a  kind  and  loving  father, 

Xovv  numbered  with  the  blest. 

And,  ah,  yes,  1  remember 

A  home  down  by  the  sea, 
Wlvtre  the  waves  were  ever  whispering 

Strange  secrets  to  me, 
As  I  listened  to  the  dashing, 

And  to  the  thund'roiis  roar, 
And  the  washing  and  the  rippling 

Of   the  waves  alon<>~  the  shore. 


>•'•;•;  v /-.>••  UE.MEMIIEIIEV 

I  remember,  I  remember, 

"When  youth's  glad  hours  had  come, 
Ho\v  I  roamed  among  the  mountains 

Of  a  far  and  distant  home, 
Climbing  with  som_r  and  laughter, 

O  <5  cr» 

Up  the  rutro-ed  heights  and  steeps, 

<_5  O  «.:_>  1 

Trying  the  while  with  might  and  main 
For  Shawangunk's  topmost  peaks. 

There  upon  their  loft\'  summits, 

To  watch  the  waters  tlo\v 
Through  the  lovely  Wallkill  valley, 

In  the  distance  far  below, 
And  view  the  misty  storm  clouds, 

As  they  gathered  'neath  our  feet, 
Ami  to  see  the  rain  drops  falling 

To  the  valley  far  beneath. 

There  to  watch  the  placid  streamlet. 

just  before  its  mighty  lea}) 
Down  the  steep  sides  of   the  mountains 

In  one  long  and  shining  sheet, 
To  the  valley  in  the  distance, 

ThrouLrh  the  valley  far  below- 


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There  onward,  calmly  on  \varcl, 
Doth  the  Minnewaska  llo\v. 

And  we  pause  quite  oft  to  listen 

To  the  beating  of   tin;  oar, 
As  it  echoes  and  re-echoes 

Around  Lake  Mohonk's  shore. 
We  reach  to  gather  lichens, 

Along  the  rocky  base 
Of  the  steep,  high  walls  that  shut  us  in 

This  strange,  mysterious  place. 

Where  the  deep,  dark  waters  sinking 

To  a  fathomless  depth  below, 
Through  the  dee])  depths  of  the  mountain, 

I  )o  the  hidden  waters  (low. 
We  could  hear  the  dripping,  dripping, 

And  the  plashing  of  the  oar, 
As  it  echoed  and  re-echoed, 

Around  Lake  Mohonk's  shore. 

I   remember,   I   remember, 

Hold   Hudson's  lofly  heights, 
As  we  glided  'Ion;.1'  the  river, 


S<  'EXES  HEM  EM  HEIIED. 

Full  man\-  a.  starry  night; 
Whilst  the  moon  shone  bright  above  us, 

And  gleamed  o'er  the  waves  below, 
We  watched  the  mystic  shadows 

O'er  the  woodlands  come  and  cm. 

o 

Gliding,  gliding  onward, 

Far  up  the  noble  stream, 
Where  many  bright  and  sparkling  lights 

Along  the  shores  gleam; 
And  the  Highlands  in  their  beauty, 

Deep,  darksome  shadows  throw, 
Of  their  great  and  massive  grandeur, 

'Neath  the  waters  far  below. 

I  remember  how  we  clambered, 
Ere  the  early  dawn  of  light, 

To  view  the  glorious  sunrise 
On  Catskill's  mountain  height; 

<_> 

How  in  awe  we  stood  there  gazing 
On  God's  wondrous  works  divine, 

And  our  hearts  went  out  in  praises, 
For  nature's  Drifts  sublime. 


CUAHMIM;  <'A 

CHARMING   CALHOUN. 

Beauteous  lake!   how  merrily  do  thy  waters  dance 
Along  the  glistening  surface  of  thy  wide  expanse;. 
As  though  in  rocking  motions,  rhythmic  play, 
Thou'd    join   the   happy  throngs  that  round  thee 

stray, 
As   from    dawn    to    dark    along   thy   shores   doth 

clatter, 

The  lleeting  hoof,  and  ine-rry  children's  patter. 
Beauteous  lake!   how  gaily   cloth   thou    thus  em 
brace, 

The  ever  onward  motion  of  the  civilizing  race, 
And  join  in  action,  with  joyous  leap  and  bound, 
The  busy  world  that  hails  thy  magic  sound. 

Doth   wave   kind   welcome   to   the    throngs    that 

come  and  go, 
As  the   winds  are  gently   tossing   thy   waters  to 

and    tro, 

Or  do  we  in  thy  calmer  motions  trace 
Thy  non-forgetfulness  of  a  long  departed  race? 
Doth  hear  among  the;  boughs  that  o'er  thee  sigh, 
The:  whispere'd  words  and  sounds  of  el  ays  gone  by, 


CUARMiya   CALUOl'X. 

\\'hcn  by  thy  shores  the:  red  man  made  his  dwell 
ing-  place, 
And  grandly  reigned  a  wild,  romantic  race.-* 

There  steals  a  quiet  hush  o'er  the  landscape  round  ; 
There's  scarce  a  murmuring  voice  or  disturbing 

o  <•> 

sound, 

To  mar  the  peaceful  beauty  of  the  declining  day, 
As  the  soft  zephyrs  and  sunbeams  o'er  thee  stray. 
And  thy  languid  waves  doth  sink  to  rest, 
'Neath  the  fierce  heat  of   the  sun's  caress; 
Calmly,  serenely  doth  thy  placid  waters  lay 
'Neath  the  gleaming  rays  of  the  summer  day. 
The  gay  birds  pipe  their  sweet,  wild  notes, 
As  o'er  thy  surface  the)7  skim  and  iloat, 
Their  light  wings  glance  to  the  woods  away, 
To  thy  shores,  bright  Calhoun,  where?  thy  waters 

s  (_>  ./ 

play- 
Slowly,  slowly  the  sun  doth  o'er  thee  glide, 
Sinking  in  dazzling  beauty  beyond  thy  green  hill- 

O  *>  •>  «•  -r          «» 

side, 

Beyond   thy   western    banks   where   still    the    tall 
trees  grow, 


CLlAUMiytJ   CAHIOt'X.  93 

Where  time  hath  not  yet  laid  their  grandeur  low; 
Where     still     the     woodbine's     massive     foliage 

<_:> 

clings, 
And  the  gay  plumed  bird,  'mid  shadows,  sits  and 

sings. 
The  sun   hath   set,    how   calmly  doth   thy   placid 

waters  lay, 
As  though  the  gentle  breeze  had  won  thee  from 

thy  play, 
And  had   lulled  thee  to  sweet  repose  and   happy 

dreams 

Of  other  days  and  well  remembered  scenes; 
And  thou  mayest  now  behold,  as  evening's  dusk 

descends, 
The   shades    of    countless    forms    that    with    the 

shadows  blend. 

They  come  in  their  grandeur,  tall  and  strong, 
There  are  warriors  bold  and  brave. 
They  pass  thy  woodland  shores  around, 
In  their  warrior  costumes  'rayed, 
They  march  with  slow,  majestic  steps  along, 
And  vanish  in  the  evening's  mystic  shade. 


,M  CHAliMLXU  CALHOI'X. 

There  arc  snow-white  tents  by  thy  wooded  shores, 

'Neath  the  verdant  trees  and  bowers, 

1  he  curling  smoke  from  their  peak  ascends, 

bar  up  where  the  storm  cloud  lowers, 

And  round  their  birch  bark  tent  there  grows 

Sweet  scented  buds  and  (lowers. 

There  are  dark  eyed  maids  with  loose  bound  hair. 

And  braves  with  their  bow  and  spear, 

They  gallop  away,  o'er  the  hill  tops  far, 

In  chase  of  the  fleeting  deer, 

And  the  maidens  laugh,  and  wave  and  shout, 

As  their  dark  forms  disappear. 

There  are  mirthful  sounds  on  the  stilly  air, 
When  in  broidered  mantles  'rayed, 
The  dusky  maids  come  tripping  down, 
For  a  plunge  'neath  thy  cool  blue  wave, 
And  deck  their  hair  by  thy  mirrored  light, 
I' or  the  dance  with  their  warriors  brave. 

When  at  night  they  hear  the  tomtom's  beat, 

I>y  the  camp-fire's  rudely  blaze, 

A.nd  the  deep  red  glow  of  the  gleaming  light, 


C!l  A  /I'.U/.YC;   CALHOUN. 


Reflects  o'er  the  silverv  waves. 

J 

There  the  maids  and  warriors  gather  round, 
And  dance  'neath  the  moonbeams  rays. 

They  trip  with  light,  fantastic  grace, 
With  shouts  and  laughter  o-ay, 

o  o     J 

And  step  to  wild  and  weird  sounds, 

Whilst  the  tomtoms  beat  and  play, 

Till  the  moon  shines  hi<di  in  the  star  lit  sky, 

c^  /    ' 

And  fond  lovers  steal  away. 

They  oflide  o'er  the  calm,  still  waters, 

c3 

Whilst  the  moon  goes  floating  by, 
The  lover  wooes  the  dark-eyed  maid, 
'Xeath  the  shiiKt  of   the  starry  sky, 
And  leans  upon  his  glistening  oar, 
As  he  bends  for  her  low  reply. 

They  arc;  gliding,  gliding  onward, 

Like  birds  they  seem  to  soar, 

And  thy  bosom  beats  to  the;  measured  stroke 

To  the;  dip  of   the  silvery  oar, 

As  slowly,  slowly,  they  float  and  fade. 

Mid  the  shades  of   the  distant  shore. 


96  fllAUMlSG   CALHOUN. 

The  moon  shines  high  in  the  starry  sky, 

*_>  J  * 

And  gleams  o'er  thy  waters  deep, 

There's  not  a  waye  or  ripple  stirs 

Thy  bosom's  restful  sleep; 

I ) ream  on,  dream  on,  whilst  yet  thou  may 

Whilst  silence  reigns  complete. 

List,  the  whispering  winds  haye  changed 

To  a  dull  and  sullen  roar; 

The  whirling  leaves  are  Hying  fast, 

On  the  sands  along  the  shore, 

And  mid  the  heavens,  high  o'erhead. 

The  storm  clouds  gather  o'er. 

The  wind  comes  whistling,  shrieking  on, 
The  tall  trees  rock  and  sway, 
The  thunder's  deafening  crash  is  heard 
Where  the  liirhtnin^s  Hash  and  play. 

<j  O  1  . 

Still  on,  and  on,  the  storm  hath  burst, 
Where  thy  placid  waters  lay. 

And  thy  calm  bosom  heayes,  rolls  and  wakes, 
Dashing  in  surging  wayes  and  foaming  llakes 


CHAUMlXd   CALHOUX. 

Against  thy  storm-tossed  shores,  doth.  heave  and 

moan, 

The  tear  sprays  dashing  'mid  the  misty  foam; 
Thy  happy  visions  fade  of  the  departed  past, 
Sighing  wakes,  e'en  thy  dreams,  too  beautiful  to 

last. 

There  are;  muttcrings   in  the  distance,  where  the 

storm  hath  past, 
There;  are;  rays  of  light  ascending  o'er  the  heavens 

vast, 
And    man}'    sounds    are    heralding    the    near   ap- 

proach  of  day, 
As   the;   darkness   o'er  the    hill-tops   slowly    fades 

away, 
The  Ikdit   advances   onward    and   o'er  thy  waters 


Whilst  anon  thy  heavings,  in  rest!  illness,  subside. 

1  he  sun  rides  up  in  glory  and  o'er  thee  sheds  his 
beams, 

His  warmth  and  radiance  o'er  thy  glistening  sur 
face;  streams, 


CHARML\G   CALUOUN. 

All   thy   moist   and    misty   tear-sprays   arc:   being 

kissed  away, 
As  the  great  and   might}'   monarch   rings  up  the 

coming  day, 
And  gazing  on  his  glory  thou'st  quite  forgot  thy 

dream, 
Of    thy    old,    departed    grandeur,    where    nature 

reigned  supreme. 

The  day  rolls   on   in   beauty,  soft   zephyrs   round 

thee  stray, 
The  sun  and  winds  hath  won  thee  to  mingle  with 

their  play, 
And  thou  art  gayly  leaping  and  dancing  on  the 

shore, 
As  gleefully  and  merrily  as  in  the  days  of  yore, 

O  •>  -  J  J 

Till  the  leafy   boughs  at  evening  waye  o'er  thee 

to  and  fro, 
And    thy    rippling    waters,    with    their    shadows, 

^  11  ti> 

come  and  go. 

cZ>  ' 

Till  the  sun  rolls  down,  and  o'er  thee,  in  bough, 

o 

and  bush,  and  tree, 

The  birds  are  sweetly  singing  their  yesper  songs 
to  thee. 


'lo  THE  //r/»'o.v.  '.<  • 

Till  the  evening  zephyrs  murmur,  till  the:  evening 

breezes  blow, 

Rocking,  gently  rocking',  thy  waters  to  and  fro. 
Beauteous  lake,   how  calmly  doth   thou   sink   to 

rest, 
With  the  splendors  of  the   setting  sun  reflecting 

o'er  thy  breast. 


TO  THF    HUDSON. 

Flow  on  noble  Hudson,  (low  on  in  thy  pride, 
Matchless  in  beauty,  flow  on  thou  swift  tide, 
Flow   on   through   thy   valleys,   thy   uplands  and 

heights, 
Flow  on  whilst  thy  bosom  reilects  the  bright  lights 

s  i_)  O 

Of   the  gay,  dancing  sunbeams,  as  o'er  thee  the)" 

glide, 
Flow  on,  noble  river,  tlow  on  in  thy  pride. 

Flow  on,  noble  river,  llow  on  in  thy  power, 
Whilst   thy   great    hills   above    thee    in    grandeur 

doth  tower, 
Like  a  great,  mighty  army,  to  shield  all  thy  length, 


TO  Till-:  JU'llSOX. 

They  stand  in  their  boldness,  their  beauty  and 

strength; 

Flow  on  whilst  o'er  thee  thy  noble  hills  tower, 
Flow  on,  noble  river,  flow  on  in  thy  power. 

Flow  on,  noble  Hudson,  in  thy  splendor  sublime, 
Mow  on  forever,  flow  on  for  all  time, 
Whilst  each  and  all  nations  unite  in  thy  praise, 
Exalting  thy  grandeur,  thy  beauty,  thy  waves; 
Flow  on,  noble  Hudson,  in  thy  splendor  sublime, 
Mow  on  noble  river,  ilow  on  for  all  time. 


THE  AM  !"/•:>'/  A/v    HI  VEIL 


THE   NAVESINK   RIVER. 
Down  by  the  Navesink  River, 
i  )o\vn  by  the  silvery  stream. 
\Vas  nestled  our  little  cottage, 
Mid  banks  of  the  rarest  oreen. 

Can  I  e'er  forget  my  childhood, 
And  that  dear  old  home  of   mine, 
Where;  the  (lowers  bloomed  the  rarest, 
And  the  dear  old  ivv  twined. 


TO  THE    U'OOlAS  A\\AY. 

How  oft  I've  sat  on  the  hill-side, 
And  watched  the  waves  at  play, 
As  they  chased  and  chased  each  other, 
And  floated  far  away. 

Oft  times  at  the  close  of  evening, 

I've  wandered  by  the  shore, 

And  I've  heard  the  whip-poor-wills  sinking, 

Far  up  in  our  old  sycamore. 

I) ut  no\v  I  kno\v  I've  been  dreaming 
Of  the  home  I'll  ne'er  see  more, 
Of  the  home  I  loved  in  my  childhood, 
Down  on  the  Navesink  shore. 


TO  THE  WOODS  AWAY. 

Come,  oh,  conic-,  to  the  woods  away, 
Come,  oh,  come,  to  the  hills  to-day, 
Come,  for  my  heart  is  li^ht  and  free, 
Come,  for  my  heart  is  dreaming 
Of  the  crolden  sunlight,  streaming 

O  *>  <:> 

O'er  hill  and  lea. 


WHIP-POOR-WILL.  103 

Come,  in  the  spring's  earl}-  dawn, 
Come;,  ere  the  clew  from  the  rose  is  gone, 
And  roam  o'er  the  fields  away; 
Come1,  where  the  brooklet,  murmuring  flows, 
Come,  where  the  wild-wood  violet  blows, 
And  sweet  zephyrs  play. 

Come,  list  to  the  son<>-birds  sino'ino" 

o  o        o 

Mid  tall  tree  branches  swaying 
O'er  some  clear  stream; 
Come,  for  my  heart  is  dreaming 
Of  the  golden  sunlight  streaming 
O'er  meadows  u'reen. 


WHIP-POOR-WILL. 

As  I  wander  afar  through  the  evening  shade, 
Afar  o'er  the  hilltops  and  down  through  the  glade, 
1  hear  from  the  hedge,  with  a  strange,  wild  thrill, 
The  sad,  plaintive  call  of   the  whip-poor-will. 
Whip-poor-will,  whip-poor-will,  whip-poor-will. 

And  my  mind  swiftly  turns  to  a  time  long  a^o, 
When  in  childhood  I  wandered  at  eve  to  and  fro, 


:    ;  AUTL'MX  LEAVES 

With  a  father's  strong  hand   tightly  grasping  my 

own, 

I  hear  his  voice  echo,  in  soft  under-tone, 
As  I  wander  to-night  in  the  shades  here  alone. 
Whip-poor-will,  whip-poor-will,  whip-poor-will. 

And  I  think  when  I  hear  that  low,  plaintive  sound,, 
My  father,  in  spirit,  is  hovering  around, 
And  I  hear  the  low  echo  his  mellow  tones  made, 
As  they  sound  o'er  the  hilltops  and  down  through 

the  glade. 
\\  hip-poor-will,  whip-poor-will,  whip-poor-will. 


AUTUMN    LEAVES. 

Listen  to  the  leaflets  falling, 
Downward  they  arc?  borne, 
And  the  winds  are  softly  si^hin^ 

J  c>  O 

Autumn  days  have  come. 
We  shall  miss  them,  miss  them,  miss  them, 

And  their  verdure  form, 
When  tiie  naked  boughs  are  bending 

'Xeath  the  winter's  storm. 


.1  I'TI'MX    Li: A  \'LS. 

They  are  murmuring,  softly  murmuring, 

In  their  downward  flight, 
As  their  tender  leaves  are  falling, 

'Xeath  the  sun's  warm  light. 
Thus  it  is  with  youth  and  beaut}', 

Horn  like  the  rose  at  dawn, 
Kre  the  harsher  winds  have  chilled  them. 

Earthward  they  are  borne. 

Listen  to  their  sighing,  sighing, 

Rustling  in  their  (light, 
Withered  leaves  are  falling,  falling, 

Xeath  the  frost  and  blight. 
"Thus  it  is  ere  man  hath  distanced 

I  lalf  his  span  of  life, 
HI-  sinks  beneath  life's  care  and  burden, 

I  )ownward  in  tin;  strife.'' 

Hut  our  hearts  arc;  list'ning,  hst'ning, 

To  a  happier  tale, 
Where;  the  bright  lined  leaves  are  glist'ning 

I  n  the  sun-lit  dale, 
Where  the  leaves  fall  in  their  beauty, 

^^  on1  h  and  a«'"e  alike, 


lor, 


I  intccl  with  the  wands  ot    heaven, 
'Xcatli  its  mellow  light. 

Falling,  falling,  gently  falling, 
Bright  hued  leaves  aidow, 

<~  o 

Downward  in  their  tlight  of  beauty 

Murmur  as  they  go, 
"Death  is  but  the  earth1,}-  ending 

Of  life's  fleeting  show, 
Richer  far  are  colors  blending, 

In  the  afterglow." 


THE   DEATH   OF   SUMMER. 

Fair  summer  lies  in  the  valley, 
Lies  peacefully  asleep, 
And  song-birds  sweetly  warbling, 
Chant  requiems  at  her  feet. 

All  perished  now  and  withered, 

Are  the  garlands  that  she  strew, 

All  the  lilies  and  the  roses, 

The  bright  tlowers  wet  with  dew. 


-:  DEATH  OL'  Sl'MMEU  H>7 

The  rills  and  gliding  rivulets, 
Lie  bound  'neath  icy  chains, 
The  dazzling  King  of   Winter 
O'er  beauteous  Summer  reigns. 

Placed  are  his  robes  around  her, 
White  shrouds  of   lleecy  snow; 
O'er  the  form  of  gentle  Summer, 
The  wild  winds  tiercel)'  blo\v. 

Beneath  cold  Winter's  covering, 
Fair  Summer  calmly  dreams 
Of  opening  (lowers  and  blossoms, 
And  purling  brooks  and  streams. 

Of   Spring's  footsteps,  softly  gliding 
O'er  her  frozen  shrouds  of   snow, 
And  the  spirit  of   fair  Summer. 
Wafts  where  soft  breezes  blow. 


LO*  Tin:  />/•;>• /•;/,- 7  i-:i> 

THE  DHSKRTKD  IIOMK. 

Yes,  here  is  the  home  \vhere  in    childhood   we've 

played, 
And  here  the  green    e.lnis   still    throw  their  dense 

shade, 
And  here  on  these  hanks,  where  the;  moss  grows 

so  tureen, 
I've   played   with   my   brothers   beside   this   clear 

stream. 

Yes,  here  we've  wandered   in   childhood's   bright 

hours, 

And  here-  we've  gathered  the  sweetest  oi  flowers, 
Xo    rose    ever   bloomed    on    its    green,    nodding 

O  «J> 

stem, 
That  e'er  could  compare  in  fragrance  to  them. 

Xorbird  ever  warbled  a  song  or  a  trill, 

That  could    cause    our    young    hearts  with   such 

pleasure  to  thrill, 

Xo  vine,  ever  twined  up  a  rocky,  steep  face, 
That    could    tall    with    more    airv    or    neiili<jent 


\Yhere  now  are   those;  brothers  that  roamed   by 

my  side, 
Who  in   youth   were  our  joy,  our  dear  mother's 

pride? 

One  buried  from  home,  afar  out  at  sea, 
And  one,  lies  with  sweet  mother,  neath  our  green 

elm  tree. 

I'll  never  again  hear  their  glad,  ringing  shout, 
Never  again  hear  their  glad  songs  ring  out, 
Our  home  is  deserted,  our  loved  ones  all  lied, 
K'en  the;  green  verdure  lies  withered  and  dead. 

Oh,  the  sun  does  not  shine:  o'er  emr  home;  an}'  more, 
Shut  is  our  gate;,  and  locked  is  our  door, 
The  tall  trees  are;  casting  deep  shades  of  gloom. 
And  all,  all  is  shadowed  with  death  and  the  tomb. 

SLEEP. 

Come,  swee;t  Sleep,  I  love:  thee  well, 
Come:,  with  thy  strange:  and  witching  spell; 
Come-,  with  thy  sweet  and  happy  dreams, 
And  waft  me;  by  beautiful,  silvery  streams. 


110 


Come,  sweet  Sleep,  I  woo  thee  to-night, 
Come  \vith  dreams  of  all  things  bright; 
Come  with  music  in  cadence  low, 
Swelling  and  swelling  as  on  we  sjo. 

•— >  O  O 

Come,  sweet  Sleep,  I  woo  thee  now, 
Come,  chase  care  from  my  weary  brow; 
Come,  waft  me  up  in  castles  of  air, 
That  I  may  forget  all  sorrows  there. 

Come,  with  thy  beautiful  dreams  so  rare 
Come,  show  me  all  things  pure  and  fair; 
Come,  with  visions  of  all  things  pure, 
And  tell  me  'twill  ever,  forever  endure. 

RAIN. 

Listen  to  the.  rain  drops  falling, 
Dripping,  dropping  o'er  the  pane, 
And  the  gushing-,  and  the  rushing 
And  the  rippling  of  the  rain. 

How  it  patters  o'er  the  roof   tops, 
Tapping  low  a  sweet  refrain, 
As  we  list  to  memory's  echo, 
CommiT  with  the  sounding  rain. 


in 


Bringing  back  our  childhood's  pleasure, 
Bringing  back  its  joys  again, 
As  our  thoughts  are  backward  turning, 
Listening  to  the  beating  rain. 

Bringing  back  our  old  time  friendships, 
Bringing  thoughts. of  home  again, 
As  we  listen  to  the  dripping 
And  the  falling  of  the  rain. 

How  it  patters,  patters,  patters, 
Down  the  hillside,  through  the  lane; 
Leaping,  dancing,  mid  the  pebbles, 
Onward  tlows  the  joyous  rain. 

And  the  rustling  of   the  leaflets, 
Murmuring  welcome  as  it  came, 
With  the,  flowerets'  bending  petals, 
Lifting,  sips  the  pearly  rain. 

Foaming  brooklets  swell  with  laughter 
Rippling  o'er  with  mirth  a^'ain, 

1    1  o  o 

As  o'er  rocks,  through  defiles  plunging 
Downward  with  the  rushing  rain. 


SOM.S   OF  MA  V. 

Sink's  aloud  the  vales  and  woodlands, 
Sin^s  aloud  the  verdant  plain, 
As  the  rills  and  rivulets  dances 
Downward,  'neath  the  falling  rain. 


SOXGS  OF   MAY. 

Oh,  welcome,  welcome;,  merry  May, 
With  blossoms  sweet  and  fair, 

There's  beaut)'  in  the  valleys  now, 
And  wild  blooms  scent  the-  air. 

There  are  song-birds  in  the  forest, 
Where  rippling  brooklets  play, 

And  happy  hearts  are  thrilled  again, 
With  sounds  of  merry  May. 

Then  welcome,  welcome,  merry  May, 
With  footsteps  light  and  free, 

There's  gladness  in  thy  joyous  reign, 
All  nature  smiles  for  thee. 

There  are  meadows  strewn  with  violets, 
Where  romping  children  play, 

And  happy  hearts  attuned  with  song, 
To  welcome  merrv  Mav. 


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nit! Mi   i'L<>\\'i-;its.  ur, 

BRING   FLOWERS. 

Bring  flowers,  fresh  Ilowers, 

Oh,  glorious,  beautiful  Spring, 

Let  glorified  angels  imbue  in  our  hearts, 

The  odors  that  round  them  cling. 

Bring  ilowers,  sweet  flowers, 

From  purified  bowers  above, 

That  passionate  hearts  that  o'er  them  bend, 

May  breathe  sweet  thoughts  of  love. 

Bring  ilowers,  ptire  flowers, 

Thou  gentle  spirit  of  spring; 

Bring  palms,  bring  lilies,  on  Easter  morn, 

To  crown  our  Lord  and  King. 

Bring  flowers,  rare  ilowers, 
Strew  o'er  Mount  Calvary's  cross, 
For  there  hath  our  Savior  in  agony  died, 
For  perishing  souls  that  are  lost. 

Bring  Ilowers,  spring  ilowers, 

1  )eck  earth,  with  brightest  bloom, 

Let  all  earth  smile  'neath  their  fragrant  bowers. 

Rejoice  'neath  their  sweet  perfume. 


in;  TUP;  AF'ii-:u<iLow 

Bring  flowers,  bright  flowers, 

Strew  where  thy  footsteps  roam, 

That  beautiful  emblems  of  peace;  and  love, 

May  brighten  each  heart  and  home;. 


THE  AFTERGLOW. 

The  sun  hath  set  beyond 

the  banks  afar, 
And  where  the  golden  orb  hath  shone  there  gleams 

o  «-> 

a  lonely  star, 
Glistenin     and  scintilatin     like  some 


rare  gem 


Set  mid  the  golden  lights  of   the  world's 
bright  diadem. 

c3 

Crimson,  purple  and  gold  streak 

the  night's  horizon, 
Till  fold,  on  fold,  the  splendors  of 

their  mingled  lights  together  roll, 
The  reflecting  sheen  Hearing  the  goal 
Of  heaven's  own  beauty. 


IN   REALMS  OF  THOUGHT.  117 

So  the  golden  orb  of  da)' 

hath  shed  her  crown, 
To  be  renewed  at  morrow's  dawn, 
Like  some  blest;  soul  who  takes  his 

heavenly  flight 
Through  the  dark  corridors  of 

shadowy  night, 
And  gliding  on  o'er  death's 

mysterious  stream, 
I  )oth  leave  to  earth  the  afterglow 
Of  the  soul — redeemed. 

IN   REALMS   OR  THOUGHT. 
There's  a  beautiful  realm  that  the  soul  can  trace, 
Like  the  light  winged  birds  through  aerial  space, 
And  tho'  bound  by  chains  the  fates  have  forged, 
With  tightening  bonds  our  lives  to  scourge, 
We'll  bid  adieu  to  the  tyrant  race, 
And  out  from  the  gloom  of    their  biding  place, 
We'll  tlit  away  with  our  thoughts  so  free, 
The)'  fain  would  journey  with  us  and  see 
The  smiling  meadows,  the  sunlit  sea, 
And  the  beautiful  lands  where  thoughts  are  free 


11-  IN  UK  ALMS  OF  THUUUU'l. 

Oh,  beautiful  lands,  where  all  joys  are  found, 

With  rapture  we'll  onward  and  onward  bound, 

To  havens  of  sunlit  isles  of  rest, 

Where  friends  meet  friends  with  love's  caress. 

The  loved  and  parted  here;  too  arc-  found 

Journeying  onward,  homeward  bound, 

.And  we  seem  to  see  the  gates  ajar, 

Where  our  loved  and  parted  have  crossed  the  bar; 

Oh,  sweet  are  these  visions,  with  rapture  fraught, 

As  we  glide  from  the  world  in  realms  of  thought. 

Away,  away,  with  all  care  and  strife, 
We've  roamed  to  lands  where  joy  is  rife, 

4 

And  charmful,  magical  sounds  we  hear 

Of  seraphic  songs  and  gladsome  cheer; 

And  the  mellowing  lights  of  eve  are  llung 

O'er  the  choral  bands  where  their  harps  are  strung; 

And  we  seem  to  hear  in  the  distance  far, 

A  welcoming  voice  like  a  <>'uidm<>'  star, 

<">  «7>  *_> 

Signaling  us  out  from  the  spheres  of   night 
Out  from  the  shades  into  seas  of  light. 

In  thoughts  away  to  these  lands  we'll  soar, 
Sweet  are  the  beauties  we'll  now  explore, 


IN  REALMS  OF  THOL'UHT.  1  U) 

To  far  off  valleys  our  feet  have  strayed; 
We  lay  our  forms  'mid  the  cooling  shade. 
And  list  to  the  chorus  the  so.ig-birds  sing 

<     3  O 

As  adown  the  valleys  their  echoes  ring; 
And  the  sweet,  loved  voices  of  friends  now  gone, 
Come  floating  like  music  the  vales  along, 
Our  souls  are  thrilled  as  our  hands  are  clasped 
By  these  white-robed  figures  as  they  pass. 

Oil,  spirits  of   Beauty,  eternal,  sublime, 

Like,  stars  set  in  spheres  of   endless  time, 

Would  we  could  follow  Thee  out  of  our  night, 

Into  Thy  realms  of   endless  light. 

( iuide  our  thoughts  upward  and  onward  we  pray, 

Past  the  romdi  shoals  where  our  feet  would  strav. 

o  s  ' 

1  nto  'I  hy  realms  of   unit}'; 

Past  th<-  dark  portals  of   life's  troubled  sea, 

Into  'I  hv  idonous  etermtv. 


THE   INNER   LIGHT. 

There's  a  temple;  gray  in  the  forest  wilds, 

And    a   bright    light    id  earns    through    its    vestal 

o  o  <~>  o 

aisles, 

Shedding  its  rays  like  a  gleaming  star 
1  hrough  the  deep  night  shades  and  gloom  afar: 
And  a  pilgrim,  strayed  from  his  path  aright, 
Turned   his  wandering  steps  t'ward  the  beacon 

light. 

He  seeks  admittance  from  cold  and  storm, 
Where  the  temple;  fires  shine  bright  and  warm, 
And  the  inner  lights  through  the  temple  stream 
O'er  the  way- worn  soul  with  a  sacred  gleam; 

.-  o 

And  bending  low  in  a  silent  prayer, 

The  storm-tossed  soul  finds  shelter  there. 

Still  the  beacon  shines  through  the  shadows  dim, 
As  the  bells  peal  forth  the  vesper  hymn, 
Chants  the  sweet  welcome,  soft  and  low, 
Where  the  inner  lights  of  the  vestal  glow; 

o  o 

And  the  soul's  bathed  pure  'neath  a  ilood  of  light 
That  flows  through  the  temple,  soft  and  bright. 


THE  OLD  CABIN    HOME. 

Fair  were  the  waving  fields  and  forests, 

Sana'  the  gay  birds  on  the  bough, 
Cheerfully  whistling  in  the  meadows, 

Trod  the  farmer  at  his  plow. 
Like  a  shadow  in  the  distance, 

Nestling  mid  the  wood  and  vine, 
Stood  the  farmer's  old  log  cabin, 

Browned  with  age,  defying  time. 

O'er  the  hill-tops  to  the  westward, 

Slowly  sank  the  setting  sun, 
And  the  farmer  turned  his  plow-share, 

Glad  his  toilsome  work  was  done; 
Turned  him  t'ward  the  old  log  cabin, 

Where  his  children  romp  and  roam, 
Slowly  wending  through  the  pathway, 

Led  his  lowino-  oxen  home. 


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Many  were  the  sounds  of  greeting, 
As  he  passed  the  gateway  through, 

Loud  and  merry  cries  of  children, 
And  the  cattle's  welcome  low. 

Dusky  seemed  the  old  log  cabin, 


1-M  Till:  OLD  CABIN   IKlMl-:. 

Standing  mid  the  shadows  round, 
But  within  the  fire-light  gleaming, 

Showed  where  love;  and  rest  were  found. 

Gathered  in  the  old  log  cabin, 

At  the  \vaning  of  the  day, 
Gleaming"  throuL/h  the  dusk  of  evening, 

o  o  o 

Beamed  the  candle's  fitful  ray, 
Bright  and  shining  o'er  the  faces, 

Smiling  out  amid  the  gloom, 
Father,  mother,  sons  and  daughters 

1  lappy  in  their  humble  home. 

Lithe  and  blooming  were  the  maidens. 

Treading  o'er  the  puncheon  floor, 
And  their  bright  and  sturdy  brothers, 

Gleefully  wrestling  at  the  door. 
There  were  merry  jests  and  laughter 

Frolicsome  little  ones  at  play, 
I)ancin<r  'mid  the  sono;  and  music. 

O  O 

As  they  whiled  the  hours  away 

Smiling  and  kind  the  mother, 
Seated  at  the  frugal  meal 


Til!-:  OLD  CAIHX   HUME. 

Beckoning  all  the  group  about  her, 

Showing  reverence  they  feel, 
As  with  solemn  voice  the  father 

Bends  his  head  above  the  board, 
Offering  up  his  glad  thanksgiving, 

For  the  bounty  of   the  Lord. 

[lard  and  rugged  are  the  sinews 

Of  the  toiler's  brawny  arm, 
Long  and  rough  has  been  his  labor, 

Pioneer  of   home  and  farm; 
But  his  glance  beams  proud  contentment, 

And  his  laugh  resounds  with   mirth, 
Though  his  home  be  e'er  so  humble, 

There  is  peace  about  the  hearth. 

From  such  homes  have  sprung  our  heroes, 

Cultivating  soul  and  brain. 
Round  by  round  they  struggled  upward, 

To  the  pinnacles  of   fame. 
Toiled  and  fought  for  home  and  country, 

Pressing  forward  in  the  fray, 
Strong  of   heart  they  toiled  and  lab 
•t  home  and  libertv. 


SPlilXU. 

From  such  homes  came  martyred  Lincoln, 

Emancipator,  good  and  true, 
And  man}'  of  our  noblest  leaders, 

Who  led  our  fearful  battles  through. 

O 

All  honor  to  the  old  log  cabin, 

And  the  honest  laborer  at  his  toil, 

Faithful  and  true  to  home  and  country, 
1  lonest,  faithlul,  true  and  loyal. 


SPRING. 

Awake  in  the  morn's  early  dawning, 

«-  O  * 

And  gaze  from  the  lattice  pane, 
The  roses  and  flowers  are  blooming, 
Fresh  after  the  early  spring  rain. 

Awake  to  the  birds'  early  tuning, 
As  they  sing  and  sway  on  the  bough. 
Awake,-,  dream  not  ot    dull  sadness, 
Chase  care  from  thy  wearisome  brow. 

Come  join  with  the  birds  in  their  tuning, 
As  they  merrily  warble  «n  idee, 


i'Ain   LAND  UP  DREAMS. 

The  roses  and  (lowers  are  blooming, 
Fair  nature  smiles  welcome  for  thee. 

Awake  in  the  morn's  early  dawning-, 
Let  songs  ring  joyous  and  free, 
There's  a  joy  and  balm  in  kind  nature, 
She  waves  her  glad  greetings  to  thee. 


FAIR   LAND   OF  DREAMS. 

Mow  oft  in  waking  visions 

In  thy  fair  sweet  land  of  dreams, 

Have  we  wandered  through  thy  flowery  vales, 

P>y  thy  gently  winding  streams. 

Oh,  regal  are  thy  pillared  halls, 

And  fair  thy  domes  of  light, 

And  shining  are  the  steps  that  lead, 

All  gleaming  marble  white, 

That  lead  our  fancy  up  and  on 

To  realms  of   pure  delight. 

Away  with  earthly  care  and  pain, 

Away  with  toil  and  strife, 

\\  c'll  mount  the  ladder  fair  heights  to  »'ain. 


We'll  mount  where  pleasure  holds  high  reign; 

We'll  stem  the  billows,  ford  the  tide, 

In  Klysiun's  harbor  safe  we'll  glide, 

And  view  thy  beauteous  plane: 

We'll  rise  o'er  mounts  that  roll  between, 

And  sweetly,  idly,  rest  and  dream. 

What  visions  rise,  what  dreams  replete, 
What  hopes,  ambitions,  joys  complete, 
What  mighty  works,  and  goals  well  won, 
What  noble  deeds,  and  kind  acts  done, 
What  future  efforts,  and  goals  to  win, 
What  fair,  sweet  hopes,  come  gliding  in. 

Ill  fate  is  vanquished,  we  have  no  fears, 
We're  done  with  sorrows,  done  with  tears, 
Just  drifting  on,  with  kind  fate  to  guide, 
With  faith  and  love  close  by  our  side, 
(list  drifting  past  the  might  have  been, 
Past  old  mistakes,  folly  and  sin, 
Past  vanished  hopes  and  dead  days  gone, 
T'ward  the  roseate  glow  of  a  future  dawn, 
To  the  summer  slopes,  'mid  effulgent  beams, 
We'll  find  respite  in  the.  land  of  dreams. 


DAWN. 

A  spirit  came;  out  of  the  misty  dawn, 

Came  up  o'er  the  shadowy  way, 
And  whispered  the  curtain  would  soon  be  drawn 

(  )n  the  birth  of  another  day. 

Swilrlv  the  mystic  shades  rolled  on, 
Rolled  on  through  realms  of   space, 

And  the  king  of  morn  was  swiftly  borne 
Up  over  the  darkened  waste, 

LI]),  up,  he  rides,  'mid  aerial  heights 
He  shines  through  realms  of  blue, 

Shedding  his  glorious  rays  of  light, 
1  I  is  lances  glancing  throuL>h. 

King  of   the  morn,  king  of  the  noon, 

King  of  the  brilliant  day. 
All  earth  is  thrilled  beneath  thy  touch, 

And  hails  thee  on  thy  way. 

The  woodbird  sitting  'neath  the  boughs, 

Unfolds  its  wings  and  sings; 
The  gladdening  cry  of   nature  lifts, 

And  upward,  upward  ring.-, 


130  DAIVX. 

King  of  the  morn,  king  of  the  noon, 

King  of  the  living  clay, 
Slowly,  slowly  thou  art  gliding  on, 

Till  thy  beams  are  merged  with  gray. 

Gliding  in  royal  splendor  down, 

Down,  down  'mid  shades  of  night; 

Again  the  banners  o'er  thee  stream 
In  Lrold  and  crimson  liLrht. 


-• 


Thus  sinks  the  king  of   morn  and  noon, 

Thus  sinks  the  king  of  day, 
The  darkening  shades  of  night  are  thrown 

Around  him  where  he  lay. 

Glide  on,  ""lide  on,  thou  monarch  kinof, 

'     O  G> 

Glide  on,  glide  on   thy  way, 
Again  at  dawn  shall  thou  be  born, 
To  chase  the  night  away. 


IN   THF    TWILIGHT. 

In  the  twilight,  evening  twilight. 
When  the  stars  come  gleaming1  through, 
When  the  moon  shines  in  her  beauty, 
'  I  is  then,  my  love,  I  dream  of  you. 

CHORUS. 

In  the  twilight,  (-veiling  twilight. 
My  heart  forever  sings  of  thee; 
When  the  evening  shadows  linger, 
I  dream,  fair  love,  I  dream  of  thee, 
I  dream,  fair  love,  I  dream  of   thee. 

When  the  evening  shadows  ling'ring, 
Bathe  the  blooming  '.lowers  with  dew, 
And  the  bird  songs,  sweetly  blending, 
Speaks,  fair  love,  fair  love  of   you. 

When  the  pure;  white  lilies  bending, 
Floating  on  the  silvery  stream. 
All  their  fairy  fragrance  lending, 
"Fis  then  ol    thee,  of   thee  I   dream. 


MOONLIGHT. 

'Twas  midnight's  lone  hour, 
Dreaming  there  in  mv  bower. 

«_>  s 

Alone  in  my  bower  elysian; 

The-  moon,  shining  clown, 

Seemed  to  smile  where  she  hung, 

Seemed  to  smile  at  my  strange,  wild  delusion 

At  my  fancy  so  fraught 

With  the  spell  of  the  night, 

With  the  spell  of  her  beaut}'  ethereal; 

I  felt  I  could  live  'neath  the  spell  of  her  light 

Live  for  aye,  'neath  a  spell  so  aerial. 

At  midnight's  lone  hour, 
Xeath  my  vine-covered  bower, 

Like  the  fragrance  of   incense  ascending, 
Arose  the  perfume  of  the  lily  and  rose;, 
'Mid  the  night  air,  so  charmingly  blending. 

'Mid  the  night  winds'  low  tone, 
As  I  dreamed  there  alone, 
Alone  with  the  stars  o'er  me  shining, 
I  thought  I  were  blest, 


DRIFTING. 

Could  I  lie  there  and  rest 

For  aye,  'neath  my  dream  bower  reclining. 

But  morn  broke  the  spell, 

And  I  heard  the  sad  knell, 

Knew  my  beautiful  dream  lights  were  fading, 

Saw  the  moon's  waning  light 

Fade  axvay  with  the  night. 

Saw  her  smile  a  farewell  at  my  waking. 


DRIFTING. 

My  ships  are  drifting  o'er  the  sea, 
As  the  light  of  hope  drifts  far  from  me, 
One  by  one  they  are  sailing  out 
Into  the  shadows  of   mist  and  doubt. 

The  ships  of  childhood  swift  wave  tossed 
Amid  the  reefs  of  the  past  are  lost; 
Fach  white  winged  barque  wrecked  far  at  sea, 
Will  ne'er  again  return  to  me. 

«_:> 

Youth's  fair  ship,  with  its  precious  store, 
l)ritts,  drifts  a\vav  from  the  sunlit  shore, 


DRIFTING. 


Lightly  they  bound  o'er  the  crested  tide, 
Those  fleeting  ships  of  our  joy  and  pride. 

Through  the  bright  sea  waves  and  raging  storm, 
In  the  distance  far  my  ships  are  borne, 
Past  many  a  shoal  each  floating  barque 
Drifts,  drifts  away  in  the  storm  and  dark. 

Oh,  the  winds  blow  hkdi,  and  the  sea  waves  roar, 

<„> 

My  drifting  ships  return  no  more; 

'Mid  the  surging  waves  they're  lost  from  view, 

Farewell,  rny  barque,  adieu,  adieu! 

Mayhap  they'll  reach  some  far  off  clime, 
As  they  drift  adown  the  isles  of  time; 
Far,  far  away  o'er  the  sunlit  sea, 
Mayhap  my  barque  may  beckon  me. 


A  WINTER   NIGHT  VISION. 

I  leaned  at  the  pane;  one  wintry  night, 

And  watched  the  clouds  as  they  sailed  in  sight, 

My  soul  wras  idled  with  rapturous  awe, 

At  the  strange  and  wonderous  sio'ht  I  saw; 

o  o 

Out  from  the  misty  clouds  of  night, 
Came  throngs  on  throngs  of  angels  bright. 

It  seemed  like  a  vision  of   All-Saints'  Day, 
As  they  knelt  at  a  great  white  throne  to  pray, 
Then  seemed  to  rise  with  majestic  mien, 
And  string  their  harps  to  some  hallowed  strain, 
Then  onward  took  their  heavenward  flight, 
Away,  away,  through  the  realms  of   night. 

Like  majestic  spirits  robed  in  white, 
Slowly,  slowly  gliding  from  sight, 
A  beautiful,  radiant,  happy  band, 
Seeking  a  better,  fairer  land; 
Like  beautiful  souls  redeemed  for  aye, 
Gladly,  joyously  they  float  away. 

On,  on  they  go,  where,  who  can  tell? 
But  list,  I  hear  no  parting  knell, 
Yet  they  seem  to  wave  a  last  farewell 


i :•',(-,  A   \nxTEit  Main'  r/>'/o.v. 

To  the  snow-bound  earth, where  they  used  to  dwell, 

And  seem  to  shout,  in  glad  delight, 

We're  done  with  earth,  good  night,  good  night. 

Whilst  'neath  them  in  the  earth  below, 
Glistens  and  gleams  the  pure  white  snow, 
The  pure  white  snow,  like  a  bridal  veil. 
Robing  woodland,  hill  and  dale, 
Covering  cottage,  roof  and  peak, 
\\Tie re  the  inmates  lie;,  all  wrapped  in  sleep. 

Shrouding  city,  roof  and  dome, 
\\  here  lights  and  shadows  go  and  come; 
\\  here-  rifts  on  rilts  of  clouds  sweep  by, 
All  bathed  in  the  light  of  the  star-lit  sky; 
Still  slowly,  silently,  they  fade  irom  sight, 
Fade  away  in  the  shades  of   night. 

But  the  beautiful  clouds  all  melt  away, 
I  wake  from  my  dream,  'tis  break  ot    day. 
And  the  beauteous  forms  of   seraphs  bright, 
Have  returned  to  mist,  vanished  from  sight, 
The  moon  shines  on  in  the.  calm,  blue;  sky, 
She  hath  bidden  her  radiant  quests  Lrood-bve. 


BIRTHDAY  GREETINGS. 

TO   L.    I'.    V. 

Oh.  our  fond  hearts  doth  greet  thee, 
\Vith  wishes  warm  and  true, 

That  each  returning  year  may  bring 
All  happiness  to  you. 

Oh,  that  the:  dn\-e  of   peace  may  reign 

Within  thy  walls  for  aye, 
And  that  the  light  of  love  may  stream 

Forever  o'er  thy  way. 

And  may  thy  cares  like  shadows  fade. 

And  vanish,  'neath  the  tide, 
And  ma}'  kind  fortune's  laden  barque 

Within  safe  harbor  glide. 

Oh,  may  return  of   many  years, 
Bring  rest  from  care  and  sorrow, 

.And  may  thy  thankful  heart  give  praise 
For  the  comiiT'-  of   the  morrow. 


WHAT  THE   \VIXDS  SAY. 

Hark,  hear  the  \vikl  winds  sweeping, 

Up  through  the  murky  sky, 
And  dmvn  through  vales  and  lowlands, 

Hear  them  sweeping  by. 

Listen,  hear  the  beating 

And  plashing  of  the  rain 
Against  the  close  shut  casement, 

And  o'er  the  dripping  pane. 

Hear  the  wild  winds  shrieking 

And  sighing  at  the  door, 
It's  some  wild  tale  they're;  uttering, 

And  whispering  o'er  and  o'er. 

What  are  the  wild  winds  saying, 
As  they  sob  and  moan  and  sigh? 

What  are  the  wild  winds  saying;3 
List  to  their  plaintive  cry. 

A  mighty  power  hath  cast  us  out 

PYom  a  mysterious  realm, 
We  have  no  will  to  guide  our  course, 

Xo  anchor,  rudder,  helm. 


\V11AT  THE    H'/.VRS   *A  Y 

Though  winded  through  space  we  onward  tly. 

Stc-ered  by  an  unseen  hand, 
We're  sent  to  roam  o'er  many  seas, 

And  o'er  the  world's  fair  land. 

We  stir  the  deepest,  darkest  seas, 

With  our  awful  might  and  power; 
We  toss  the  heaving1  billows  up 

o  I 

To  where  the  storm-clouds  lower. 
The  i/reat  waves  rolling  onward, 

o  o 

Dash  o'er  the  reef-bound  shore, 
We  bear  the  sounds  upon  our  wings 
Of  the  ocean's  might}'  roar. 

Of  the  ocean's  heaving,  bounding, 

With  sullen,  roaring  moan, 
Of   vessels  leaping,  tossing  on, 

Amid  the  seething  foam. 

Of  men's  voices  hoarsely  calling, 

As  in  vain  their  helm  they  veer. 
Help,  help!   we're  drifting,  drifting. 

And  their  checks  grow  pale  with  fear. 


140  WHAT  Till:    \\'IX1>S   SAY. 

Drifting,  drifting,  drifting, 

On  toward  the  rock-bound  shore, 

Their  wildly  ringing  shouts  for  aid, 
Arc  resounding  o'er  and  o'er, 

The  raging  billows  rolling  up, 
From  out  the  surging  deep, 
Plunge  o'er  the  rocking  vessels, 

&  «j 

With  a  mighty  roar  and  leap. 

A  thousand  voices  rend  us 

With  piercing  cries  and  shrieks, 

As  their  struggling  forms  are  swept  away 
Shrouded  'neath  the  deep. 

And  the  tolling,  tolling,  tolling 
Of  wild  bells  still  you'll  hear, 

Mid  the  soundings  of   our  storm  winds, 
As  we  are  sweeping  near. 

We  caught  their  echoing  dirges, 

As  they  wafted  to  and  fro, 
Where  the  sinking  vessels  drifted 

With  the  water's  ebb  and  tlow. 


WHAT  THE    \1'1NDX  SAY.  1U 

We've  swept  o'er  hills  and  mountains, 
And  where  the  storm-clouds  meet, 

And  o'er  the  lands  of  earth  afar, 
And  through  the  rolling  deep. 

And  'mid  the  lights  and  shadows, 

t_> 

And  'mid  the  hill  and  vale, 
And  o'er  the  ocean's  bounding  tide, 
There  comes  a  mighty  wail 

Of  human  souls  bowed  down  in  grief, 

With  sorrows  burdened  o'er, 
With  soul's  bowed  'neath  oppression's  yoke, 

To  rise  again  no  more;. 

We  are  bearing  o'er  sea  and  land, 

Their  bitter,  moaning  cry, 
And  on  our  wings  there  lingers  yet 

Sad  nature's  plaintive  sigh. 

Wild  winds,  wild  winds,  rush  onward. 

Rush  on  with  moaning  cry, 
The  human  heart  grows  faint  with  dread, 

As  thou  art  passing  by. 


14 'J  WHAT  THE    WINDS  SAY. 

Oh,  subtle  are  the  ruling  powers, 
That  guide  thy  onward  course, 
That  guide  thee  on  and  on  through  space, 

<•>  o  i 

Long  wandering,  yet  not  lost. 

*>  £j       ^ 

Go  then,  whirling  on  thy  way, 

o  «-  J 

Bearing  weal  and  woe  alike, 
The  [towers  that  guide  thy  onward  flight, 
Will  lead  thy  course  aright. 

*  o 

List,  there  comes  a  lulling  pause, 

tZ5        i 

The  sobbing  winds  haye  changed, 
They  whisper  ot   their  wanderings 
O'er  sunny  hills  and  plains. 

Light  winds  are  passing  onward, 

Softly  as  whispering  dreams, 
They  are  murmuring  of  rippling  brooks, 

s  O  1     1  «T> 

Of  smoothly  gliding  streams. 

They  are  passing,  passing  onward, 
List  what  the  light  winds  say, 

List  what  the  light  winds  whisper, 
As  they  gently  round  us  play. 


\VL1AT  THE    }\'LXI.)S  SAY.  US 

We've  roamed  o'er  snow-capped  mountains, 
Where  gleams  the  northern  star, 

O 

And  where  the  palmy  branches  wave 
O'er  eastern  lands  afar. 

And  through  the  woodland  forests, 

And  o'er  the  western  plain, 
We've  bowed,  tall,  waving-  grasses 

Before  us  as  we  came. 

We've  roamed  o'er  sunny  southland, 

Where  spicy  blossoms  blow, 
Where  the  citron  and  the  orange  waft 

Their  fragrance  to  and  fro. 

cT> 

We've  swept  beneath  the  shadows 

Of  the  evening's  drooping  shade, 
And  dipped  the  rippling  waters, 

As  we  lingering  with  them  played. 

Then  on,  and  on,  and  onward, 

O'er  hills  and  valleys  through, 
We've  sprayed  the;  blooming  (lowers 

With  the  ever  cooling  dew. 


114  \\'11AT  'I'LIV    \V1NDSSAY. 

And  on  our  wings  there  lingers  yet 
The  perfume  of  sweet  ilowers, 

The  warbling  of  the  merry  birds 
Amid  their  leafy  bowers. 

The  munnurinof  of  the  p'ushinp-  brook. 

O  O  «  > 

The  rustling  of  bush  and  tree, 
As  gently  through  the  forest,  iloats. 

O  J  O 

Our  light  winds,  gay  and  free. 

Light  winds,  light  winds,  thrice  welcome, 
To  thy  cool  breeze  waftinp"  by, 

-•  O          »' 

Thou'st  fanned  to  rest  the  pulsing  breast, 
That  throbs  'neath  the  burning  sky. 

Oh,  gentle  winds  thou'st  whispered  where 

Burdens  of  sorrow  roll; 
Thou'st  borne  the  breath  of  hope  and  life 

To  the  weary,  fainting  soul. 

All  living  things  rejoice  to  feel 
Thy  light  wings  lloating  nigh, 

And  hail  thee  with  a  welcome  voice, 
As  thou  art  passing  by. 


\\'HAT  THE    ir/A'DN   SAY.  145 


All  nature  wakes  to  life  and  soncr 

i_> 

Beneath  thy  light  wings  fanned, 
Ye  l)car  delight  where'er  ye  roam, 

Cr>  J 

O'er  all  the  world's  fair  land. 

Light  winds,  light  winds,  pass  onward, 

Light  winds,  pass  gently  by, 
With  thy  cooling  breeze-  and  balmy  breath, 

On,  on  through  the  boundless  sky 

Light  winds,  light  winds,  we  praise  the  power, 

That  gave  thy  fair  winds  birth, 
That  wafts  thy  balmy  breath  of  life, 

O'er  all  the  fainting  earth. 


OXE   HUXTDRKI)  YEARS  FROM   XOW. 

One  hundred  years  from  now  the  world  may  roll 
Round  on  its  orbit,  steadily,  from  pole  to  pole; 
The  sun's  bright  orb  still  shine  from  realms  afar, 
And  night  bring  forth  the  rays  of  glittering  star; 
P>ut  we'll  have  (led,  the  soul  of  man  hath  lied; 
All  mortal  life,  now  living,  lieth  dead; 
Silent  and  motionless  beneath  the  withering  sod, 
Awaiting  resurrection   and  the  summons  of   our 
God, 

One  hundred  year.o  from  now,  ah,  then 
How  little  will  be  reck'ed  of  us  by  men 
In  the  busy  world,  still  moving  on  apace, 
E'en  the  faintest  shadows  of  ourselves  can  trace; 
Then  ''mong  the  many  living  who  shall  care, 
Whether  we  come,  or  go,  or  whence,  or  where, 
Our  passing  sorrows,  griefs  and  joy,  or  pain, 
Our  longings,  strivings,  strugglings  for  gain. 

All  are  forgotten  in  these  newer  walks  of  life, 

o 

Our  vain  ambitions,  aspirations,  strife, 

( )ur  seeking  for  the  plaudings  of  friends,  and  fame, 


O.Y/-;   UL'SUHEl)    !  /,,1/t'N    I'HOM    AOH'  It? 

Our    praise,    our    condemnation,    worthiness    or 

blame. 

All  vanished  with  the  rue,  or  laurel,  on  our  brow; 
Fading  to  oblivion  one  hundred  years  from  now, 
All,  save  our  good  or  evil  influence,  ever  rife. 
Shaping  each  human  destiny,  each  future-  life. 


PRELUDE. 

Peering  clown  lon^  a^es  of  historic  time, 
There  merges  on  the  vision,  in  a  marshaled  line, 
Each  leader  and  each  hero  who  hath  won  a  name, 
In  the  <jreat  world's  annals  of   immortal  fame; 
They   stand,   a  <jrand,    invincible,   unvanquishecl 

band, 

With    victory's    symbol    held    aloft    in    each    con 
queror's  hand. 


150  OUR  11ELIOES. 

Marching  along  the  corridors  of  vanished  time, 

Come  stately  forms  of  heroes,  from  every  far  off 
clime. 

There  stands  an  Alexander,  with  his  brave  war 
rior  bands, 

Pointing  with  exultation  to  his  conquered  lands; 

And  Ca'sar's  banners,  floating;  where  conquered 
nations  weep, 

Point  to  a  proud  world  bending  in  submission  at 
his  feet. 

Again   the  vision   changes,  and    Napoleon,  regal, 

<_}  O  O 

grand, 
Comes,  like  a  Hashing  meteor,  by  ambition's  fires 

fanned, 
And  wields  the,  sword  of  conquest,  proud  heights 

of   power  to  gain, 
Mounts   the   high    pinnacles   of  glory,  to   victory 

*„>  <~5  *  •* 

and  fame. 
March  on,  march  on,  ye  heroes,  with  banners  all 

unfurled, 
With   bugles  loudly   sounding,  ye   conquerors  of 

the  world. 


ir.i 

March  on,  thou  valiant  heroes,  from  every  nation, 

clime, 
Swiftly  do  their  forms  recede  adown  the  aisles  of 

time. 
Sound,  sound  aloud  the  trumpet!  let  banners  oVr 

thee  \vave! 
The  laurels  of  brave   victories  won   lie  o'er  e;i<  h 

hero's  grave. 
l;url,  furl  the  banners   o'er  them,  o'er  the  heroes 

in  their  pride, 
They  lived  and  fought  for  conquest,  and  for  glory 

they  died. 

Adown  the  aisles  of  vision,  adown  the  marshalei 

line, 
Columbia's   heroes   are   advancing,  keeping"  pace 

with  time; 
Slowly    down    the    vista,    glides   a    form    of   regal 

height, 
( jod-like  in  strength  and  valor.God-like  in  strength 

<_>  -~ 

and  might. 

Columbia's   famed    hero,    proud,    stately,   in    com 
mand, 


152  Or  If   HEROES. 

Brave    Washington,    their   leader,    the    father   of 

our  land. 
Loudly  the  bugle's  sounding,  loudly  the  trumpets 

call, 
They  are  marching  on  toward  victory,  our  heroes, 

one  and  all; 

For  liberty  and  freedom,  lor  liberty  and  right, 
Gallantly  our  heroes  stni!/cde   'mid   the  thickest 

^  *j  <j 

of  the  tight. 
Char<r<-   on!   charge   on,  ve  heroes!   ve  leaders  of 

o  <~  *  ^ 

the  fray, 

Charge;  on!  charge  on  for  freedom,  whilst  your 
people  watch  and  pray. 

Loudly  the  trumpet's  sounding,  loudly  the  can 
nons  roar. 

Steadily  they  are  pacing  on,  each  leader  to  the 
fore ; 

With  every  eye  uplifted  and  every  poiniard  bent, 

They  charge  upon  oppression,  and  Columbia's 
chains  are  rent. 

Columbia  forever!   let  the  banners  o'er  thee  wave, 

"The  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave." 


OL'R  LlELiOEX.  15'j 

Once  again   the   signal's  sounding,  'mid  the  can- 

*_5  <r>  «> ' 

non's  deafening  roar, 
To  arms!   To   arms!    Our   country's  calling-   our 

heroes  to  the  fore. 
Darkly  gleams  the  cloud   oppression,  spreading 

on  from  shore,  to  shore, 
Bowed  beneath  the  yoke  of  slaver}-.      See!     Our 

nation  weeps  once  more. 
Solemnly  the  drums  are  beating.     To  arms!     To 

arms!     Again  they  call, 
As  our  heroes,  wounded,  bleeding,  shout  for  vie- 

o 

tory  as  they  fall. 

High  above  the  raging  battle,  where  foes  strug 
gle,  hand  to  hand, 

Plunging  'mid  the  fiercest  conflict,  brave  Ulysses 
shouts  in  stern  command, 

"On  for  liberty  and  freedom,  on  for  liberty  and 
right!" 

1  losts  on  hosts  of  heroes  follow,  chari'inL''  in  their 

r-»  »» 

strength  and  miijlu. 


154  Ol'll    HEROES. 

r>;ick\vard  falls  the  vanquished    tyrant,  backward. 

iaiis  our  freedom's  feu;, 
And  the  starr}'  spangled  banner  waves  in  triumph 

to  and  fro. 

Hark!    the  bugle    notes    are    pealing,    floats  our 

standard  high  and  free, 
And    our    nation's    loudly    sounding    their    glad 

shouts  of  victor)'. 
Sound   the   trumpets,  wave   the   banners,   let   the 

booming  cannon  roar, 
And  our  standard  be  for  freedom,  freedom  now, 

forever  more. 
Let  the  cry  ring  on    forever,  echo   on   o'er  land 

anil  sea, 
?     Freedom  for  each  man  and  nation — freedom  and 

sweet  liberty. 


There  were  sounds  ot  loud  rejoicing,  on  that 
victorious  day, 

When  the  darkening  clouds  of  slavery  were  for 
ever  swept  away ; 


or/i'   HEROES.  1 ;-).-. 

High  the  bugle  notes  were  sounding,  echoed  forth 

the  trumpet's  blast, 
In  honor  of  our  freeborn  nation,  and  her  struggle 

o'er  and  past. 

Brightly    shone   the  sky  above   us,   gleamed   the 

sunlight's  golden  ray, 
O'er  the  starry  spangled  banners,  as  they  waved 

in  triumph  free; 
Rolled  the  cannons'  reverberations   o'er  the  land 

from  sea  to  sea, 
And  our  nation  joyfully  sounded  her  glad  shouts 

of  victor}'. 

Hark!   amid  the  echoes  rolling  ever  on  from  shore 

to  shore, 
Solemnly  the  bells  are  tolling   'mid   the  cannons' 

muffled  roar, 
And   above    our   martyred    chieftain    weeps   our 

nation  o'er  his  bier; 
O'er  our  slain  and  martyred  hero  now  is  shed  the 

silent  tear. 


15(i  OUR    HI-IUOES. 

Solemnly  the   bells  are   tolling,  furl   the  banners 

*  o 

o'er  his  breast; 

Peacefully  sleeps  our  martyred  Lincoln,  lay  his 
honored  form  to  rest. 

God-inspired   in  right  and  wisdom,  God-inspired 

in  strength  he  came;, 

Lifted  up  our  falling"  nation,  saved  it  from  a  tar 
nished  name; 

Every  heart  is  bowed  in  sorrow,  every  banner 
closely  furled, 

O'er  the  form  of  our  loved  hero — every  heart 
with  grief  is  stirred. 

Honored   of   the  world   and   nation,   idol   of  our 

hearts  and  pride, 
Savior  of  our  cause  and  country,  brave  and  true 

our  hero  died. 
Grandly  lies  his  form  and  stately,  'neath  our  cities' 

pillared  halls, 
And  sweet  anthems,  like  the  sea  waves,  solemnly 

arise  and  fall. 


or/,.1  IIEI;OI-:S.  157 

Toll   the  bells,  awake   the   echoes,  o'er  the  land 

from  sea  to  sea, 
Our  brave    hero   lies   a   martyr   to   our   land   and 

liberty. 

Solemnly  the.-  dirge  is  chanted,  folded  the  banners 

o'er  his  breast, 
Peacefully  our  martyr's  sleeping,  forever  lies  his 

form  at  rest; 
Every  heart   is  bowed   in    sorrow,  every  heart  is 

stilled  with  grief, 
O'er  the,  form   of  our  loved   chieftain   bends  our 

nation  now  to  weep; 
Solemnly   the    bells   are    tolling,    tolling,   tolling, 

o'er  and  o'er, 
Fare  thee  well,  our  loved  chieftain,  fare  thee  well 

forever  more. 


ODH   TO   LIBERTY. 

(),  Libert}'!  Thou,  with  freedom's  sunlight  stream 
ing  o'er  thy  brow, 

o  - 

Turn  thy  fair  gaze  upon   each   struggling   nation 

now, 
Banish    the    gathering   shadows    from    freedom's 

waning  light, 
And   flash    thy   glorious    scepter    of    liberty    and 

rifrht. 


- 


Flash  forth  thy  gleaming  beauty,  all  radiant  and 

bright, 
And  crush  the  rising   tyrants   down,  beneath  thy 

power  and  might; 
I)eepin  the  heart   of   nations,  where   corruption 

shadows  creep, 
Turn  thy  fair  gaze  e'en  there,  Fair  Liberty,  where 

justice  lies  asleep. 

Send  forth   thy  piercing  lances,  with  a  purifying 

gleam, 
Arouse    her    quick'ning    conscience,    awake    her 

from  her  dream; 


ODE  TO   LlliERTY.  l;V.t 

Banish   the   misty  shadows,    fast   gathering   o'er 

thy  way, 
Hail!    hail!    Sweet    Liberty!    let    freedom    reign 

for  aye ! 
Hail!   hail!  all  hail,  Fair  Goddess!   we  clasp  thee 

by  the  hand, 
And  crown   thee   with   our  blessings,  thou   ruler 

of  our  land. 


THK   SOLDIERS'  SLEEP. 
They  sleep,  our  heroes,  who  fought  and  bled, 
They  sleep  'neath  the  sod  with  the  mingled  dead; 
The\-  sleep,  and  'neath  fall  of  the  evening-  dew 
We.  bend  o'er  their  graves  for  a  sad  adieu. 

They  sleep,  they  sleep,  we  have  laid  them  low. 
Where  the  drooping  shades  wave  to  and  fro. 
They  rest,  where  the  tall  tree  branches  wave 
O'er  their  gallant  forms,  in  their  quiet  grave. 

The)-  sleep,  their  spirit  forms  have  fled; 
We  weep  o'er  their  lonely  moss-grown  bed. 
They  sleep,  their  spirits  have  passed  to  rest, 
To  their  home  with  the  redeemed  and  blessed. 

Farewell,  farewell,  to  their  lonely  tomb: 
They  sleep  'neath  the  shades  of  the  evening  gloom. 
Asleep,  asleep,  in  their  lonely  bed, 
Earewell,  farewell,  to  our  cherished  dead. 

They  sleep,  and  victory's  gained  at  last, 
Their  conflict  o'er,  and  their  struggles  past. 
They  rest,  and  our  banners  of   freedom  wave 
O'er  their  gallant  forms,  in  their  honored  Lrrave. 


HINCKLEY   IX   FLAMES. 

Oh,  had  I  the  pen  of  the  poet, 

And  the  eloquent  nuise  of  old, 

Then  could  I  describe  the  terrors 

Of   the  liery  tiends  uncontrolled, 

As  they  swept  and  danced  through  the  forest, 

Like  billow)'  waves,  onward  rolled, 

Leaped  skyward,  like  demons  exulting, 

Striding  on  in  their  merciless  tread, 

Mocking  at  waste  and  ruins, 

1  hey  lett  in  their  trail  as  they  tied. 

I  lomes,  now  deserted,  in  ashes, 

With  awe,  cloth  the  stranger  pass  by, 

o  1  , 

And  listening  he  heareth  strange  echoes. 
They  come  to  him  low,  like  a  sigh. 
The  moans  of  the  dead  and  dying, 
The  wail  of   the  child  by  the  way, 
Who  has  tied  in  fright  and  terror, 
Knowing  scarce  whither  to  stray, 
Crouching  to  the  ground  in  anguish, 
Reaching  arms  upward  to  pray. 
When,  lo,  the   llames  art;  upon  them. 
Consuming  their  young  life  away. 


H',.'  H1NCKLEY  IX   FLAMES. 

Aged  parents  llee  onward  together, 
Their  feeble  steps  palsied  by  pain, 
Together  they  falter,  the}'  perish, 
Pursued  by  the  demon  of  llame. 
Fiercer  the  llames  are  advancing, 
And  dav  seems  turned  into  night, 

J  o 

There  is  rushing-  of  feet  in  the  forest, 
And  hundreds  of   souls  take  their  llight. 
On,  on,  and  on  they  are  rushing, 
>ome  haven  of  refuge  to  gain; 
Hail,  joy,  there  is  help  in  the  distance, 
Root,  the  hero,  with  fast  living  train. 
Sturdily  brave  and  so  dauntless, 
Standing  there  in  the  glare  of   the  llame, 
Rescuing  souls  who  are  perishing, 
Regardless  of  praise  or  of  blame, 
just  doing  his  duty  most  manlike- — 
What  hero  need  boast  of  more  fame? 
There's  a  shout  of  joy  and  thanksgiving, 
does  up  from  that  struggling  throng, 
As  they  feel  the  wheels  of  God's  chariot 
Swiftly  bearing  them  on. 
On,  on,  o'er  the  hill  and  the  valley, 


Ll-;y  1\  FLAMES. 

On,  on,  o'er  the  lielcl  and  plain, 
Reaching  a  place  of  safety 
Through  seas  of  smoke  and  llame. 
Yet,  hark,  e'en  here  in  safe;  harbor, 
What  agonized  sobs  rend  the  air, 

C.5 

Poor,  grief-stricken  souls  in  abandon, 

Seeking  lost  friends  here  and  there. 

Calling  in  vain  to  the  dying, 

Weeping  in  vain  o'er  the  dead, 

Till  the  stoutest  hearts  filled  with  compassion, 

And  weak  souls  turned  and  iled. 

Hark!   like  a  bugle  is  sounding 

The  call,  which  thrills  through  the  land, 

o 

"Bring  aid"  to  these  sufferers,  and  quickly 
Extend  them  a  strong,  helping  hand. 
Brave,  generous  hearts,  ever  read)', 
Respond  to  their  eager  demand, 
Giving  aid  to  hearts  which  are  sinking, 

<   *  O 

Giving  hope  to  souls  in  despair; 
Thus  nobly  are  people  responding, 
1  I  earing  and  answering  their  prayer. 
Draw  softly  the  veil  o'er  the  picture 
Xo  human  tongue;  can  describe, 
But  leave  to  recording  angels 
That  which  to  man  is  denied. 


A    LEAP    TO    DEATH    OF    CHICAGO 
FIREMEN. 

AT  THE  WORLD'S  FAIR. 

Hurled  to  eternity,  clown,  down  to  death, 

I  )own  through  the  seething  flames'  fiery  breath, 

Where  are  the  hardened  hearts  bearing  the;  blame? 

o 

Hurled  to  eternity,  down  through  the  tlame, 
Recklessly,  helplessly,  brave  men  are  slain. 

Mount,  mount  your  buildings,  reared  to  the  sky, 
Ordering  brave  men  up,  to  perish  and  die; 
Hurled  to  eternity,  down,  down  to  death, 
Dmvn  through  the  seething  flames'  fiery  breath, 

<_>  >  * 

Hurled  to  eternity,  down  to  their  death. 

Heeding  no  warning,  the  order  was  given, 
I  p,  up  and  upward  brave  men  were  driven; 
Recklessly,  helplessly,  sent  to  their  doom, 
For  aid  calling  loudly,  but  pleading  in  vain, 
Reckless!}',  helplessly,  brave  men  were  slain. 


LEA1'   TO  DEATH   »L-'  CHICAGO   El  HEM  EX.  ir,f> 

Oh,  world  of  humanity,  mighty  and  strong, 
How  long  must  sclhsh  injustice  be  borne? 
Hopelessly,  helplessly,  the  brave  still  are  doomed; 
For  aid  they  are  calling,  must  their  pleadings  be 

vain? 
Recklessly,  helplessly,  brave  men  are  slain. 


SACRED   POEMS. 


OVER  THE   RIVER. 

Oh,  beautiful  land,  where  storms  never  come, 
Where  the  summer  of  sunlight  is  streaming". 

o  o 

Earth  clouds  and  tempests  forever  are  done, 
And  the  sun  in  its  beaut}'  is  gleaming. 
Over  the  river,  over  the  river, 
We'll  seek  that  beautiful  home;. 

Oh,  beautiful  land,  where  clouds  ne'er  stray, 
Where  the  summer  of  sunlight  ne'er  fades  away, 
We  list  to  the  songs  of  the  white-winged  bands, 
Ailoat  through  the  vales  of    the  summer  land, 
As  they  welcome  our  spirits  home, 
Welcome  our  spirits  home. 


it;-  OVER  Tin-;  in  VER 

Sweet  sounds  of  music  roll  over  the  plain, 
And  seraphims  join  in  the  glad  refrain, 
Oh,  come  to  the  land  where  all  is  bright, 
Where  gleams  the  rays  of  eternal  light, 

<_>  j  o 

Oh,  come  them  wanderer,  come, 
Come,  thou  wanderer,  come;. 

Oh,  land  with  thy  beautiful  gates  ajar, 
We  are  passing  on  and  o'er  the  bar, 
Over  life.'s  seething  and  restless  tide, 

o 

Over  the  river  we  soon  shall  glide, 
Oh,  bear  our  spirits  home, 
Bear  our  spirits  home. 

Over  the  river,  we  soon  shall  hear 
The  dip  of  the  oar,  as  they're  gliding  near, 
Over  the  river,  the  beck'ning  band 
Will  welcome  us  home;  to  the  summer  land, 
Welcome  our  spirits  home, 
\\  elcome  our  spirits  home. 


A   REQUIEM. 

Hush,  hush,  ye  mortal  throng,  thy  weeping, 

Sorrowing  o'er  the  shrouded  bier; 
Hush,  hush,  the  weary  soul  is  sleeping, 
Seraph  forms  are  hovering'  near. 

CHORUS. 

Thou'st  past  through  the  billows  of   the  deep 
Rest,  rest,  rest,  rest  and  sleep, 
Rest,  rest,  rest,  rest  and  sleep. 

Bow  low  while  seraph  forms  are  voicing 

'1  heir  dirges,  low  and  sweet; 
Wake  not  again  to  mortal  weeping, 

Rest,  rest,  rest,  rest  and  sleep. 

Peace,  peace  to  thy  silent  form  there  sleeping 

Peace,  peace  be  to  thy  soul, 
Soon  wilt  thou  wake  to  heavenly  greeting, 

To  life  and  bliss  untold. 


EASTER   DAWN. 

Lo,  the  dawn  of  light  is  breaking, 
O'er  the  hilltops  far  away; 
'Hark,  glad  notes  of  triumph  sounding, 
Christ  our  Lord  has  risen  to-day. 

Holy  angels  sweetly  chanting, 
Christ  our  Lord  has  risen  to-day; 
Earthly  voices  joyfully  blending, 
Borne  on  winirs  of  li^ht  away. 

<~  O  J 

Holy,  holy  angel  voices 
Chants  aloud  our  glad  refrain, 
Glory  to  Cod  in  the;  highest,  glory, 
Glory  to   God,  amen,  amen. 


At  the  pearly  bars  of  heaven, 
Sound  aloud  the  glad  refrain, 
Glorv  in  the  highest,  </lory, 

>  o  o  •/ 

Amen,  amen,  amen. 


WAITING. 

Waiting  and  watching  at  evening, 
For  the  great,  bright  lights  to  appear, 
Along  the  dark  banks  of  the  horizon 

*_> 

Of  our  shadowy  journey  here. 

Waiting,  watching,  longing, 

With  joy  unspeakable,  too, 

As  we  catch  the  gleam  of  radiance, 

O 

As  the  lights  come  drifting  through. 

Waiting  for  the  clouds  of  darkness 
In  the  night  to  roll  away, 

o  J 

Waiting  the  glorious  summons 

<I>  *— 3 

That  shall  herald  the  brighter  day. 

Waiting  the  beautiful  haven, 
That  glorious  place  of  rest, 
Waiting  a  message  from  heaven 
To  join  the  ransomed  and  blest. 

Waiting,  watching,  hoping, 
Till  the  journey  of  life  is  passed, 
Waiting  to  gain  the  harbor 
Of   eternal  rest  at  last. 


WHAT   IS   DEATH  ? 

What  is  death?      It  is  the  breaking 

O 

Of  the  spirit's  bondage  here, 
And  to  blissful  life  awaking, 
I;ree  from  grief  and  fear. 

'Tis  the  laying"  down  of  sorrow, 
At  the  weary  close  of  day, 
And  arising  on  the  morrow, 
Never  more  to  know  decay. 

\Yhat  is  Death?      It  is  the  dawning 
( )f  the  soul's  immortal  light, 
Where  the  joyous  beams  of  morning 
Sweep  away  the  clouds  of  night. 

'Tis  the  spirit's  blest  reunion 
\Yith  the  loved  ones  gone  before, 
"Where  our  souls  shall  hold  communion 
\Yith  the  loved  ones  evermore. 

"What  is  Death?     Oh.  spirit  weary, 

On  the  Rock  of  Ages  cast, 

Lo,  the  angels  hovering  near  thee, 

<— >  O 

Is  a  "Hide  to  heavenly  rest. 


i'lilllSTMAS   TIME. 

Let  no  trembling  thoughts  oppress  thee, 
Trust  in  the;  Redeemer's  love, 

Smilingly  he  waits  to  greet  thee, 
'Mid  the  heavenly  courts  above. 


CHRISTMAS  TIMK. 

All  hail,  all  hail,  this  happy  Christmas  morn, 
Christ,  the.  infant  child,  to  earth  is  born, 
The  holy  harbinger  of  glad  tidings  from  afar, 
I  lail,  hail  our  Christ,  our  Lord,  our  guiding  star. 

Hail,  hail,  oh,  yearning  hearts  in  need, 
Christ  hath  bid  our  captive;  souls  be  freed; 
I  lail,  hail,  this  holy  Christmas  morn, 
Christ,  our  Lord,  our  King,  is  born. 

I  lail,  hail,  all  hail,  let  joyous  voices  ring, 
In  praise  to  Christ,  our  Lord,  Immanuel,   King; 
1  ,et  joyous  bells  ring  out  a  merry  Christmas  cheer, 
!  tail,    hail    the   happiest,  gladdest    day   of   all    the 
year. 


AFTER   THE   NIGHT. 
Must  Life's  path  be  ever  shrouded, 
'Mid  night  shades'  deep'ning  gloom? 
Must  we  seek  and  pray  forever, 
I' or  one-  ray  of  springtime's  bloom? 
Must  nil  the  clouds  and  shadows 
Be  borne  along-  our  way, 
And  all  glad  light  and  sunbeams 
I- rom  our  pathway  stray:' 
Must  Life's  path  lead  through  deserts. 
By  the  wild  woods'  thorn}'  way. 
And  Life's  glad  happiness  and  joy 
'Mid  night  shades  fade  away? 

Hark,  through  the  lone  wilderness 

Comes  a  sweet  sound,  soft  and  clear, 

Like  a  trumpet,  it  is  sounding, 

O'er  the  hilltops  far  and  near: 

"I  am  thy  Lord,  thy  shepherd, 

Thou  pilgrim  have  no  fear," 

By  still  waters  and  through  valleys. 

And  'mid  edens  of   delight, 

Shalt  thy  freed  soul  journey  onward, 

After  the  ni<rht. 


After  the  night 

Comes  realms  of  endless  clay, 

After  the  night 

The  shadows  of  earth  shall  fade  away, 

And  thy  ransomed  soul  with  ecstacy  replete, 

Shalt  bow  with  adoration 

At  thy  Savior's  feet; 

For  out  of  darkness  into  endless  light 

Shalt  thy  freed  soul  journey  onward, 

After  the  ni<dit. 


DYING. 

Passing  beyond  life's  vision, 
Passing  out  of  sight, 
Stepping  out  of  darkness 
Into  realms  of  light. 

Passing  beyond  life's  shadows, 
Passing  beyond  the  bar, 
Passing  through  the  Pearl)-  Gates, 
Which  were  left  ajar. 


UYIXU. 

Passing  from  earth  to  Heaven 
1  nto  eternal  rest, 
[oining  our  loved  and  lost  ones, 
|  oining  the  loved  and  blest. 

\Vhv  do  we  call  it  dying? 
Lite  is  but  a  breath. 
Why  do  \ve  call   it  dying.' 
Why  do  \ve  call  it  death? 

"Passing  out  of    the  shadow 
1  nto  a  purei'  li^'ht; 
Stei)[)in^  behind  th(j  curtain 
v  letting  a  clearer  sight. 

Laving-  aside  the  burden, 


I)one  with  the  world's  vexations, 
\  )one  with  its  tears  and  toil. 

Tired  of  all  earth's  p  aythings, 
1  leartsick  and  ready  to  sleep, 
Read\"  to  bid  our  friends  farewell 
\\  onderiiiL1    \vh\'  tin-1..    \\  <  <••». 


17U 


Passing  out  of   the  .shadow. 
Into  eternal  clay. 
Why  do  we:  call  it  dyin^, 
This  sweet     'oino-  awa/" 


OUR  CROSS  TO    BHAR. 

Savior,  ours  the  cross  to  bear  aUvay, 

And  each  and  ever)"  hour  will  prayy 

In  joy  or  sorrow, 

Or,  when  weary  and  oppressed, 

And  needing-  rest, 

Thou  would'str  suffer  us 

To  lean  hard  against  thy  breast, 

Tliere  finding  comfort. 

Knowing'  we  are  blessed 

With  Thy  strength  and  power, 

To  follow  in  Thy  footstep 

I  lour  by  hour; 

To  follow  in  the  footsteps 

Thou  hast  trod, 

Which  leads  ever  to  Thee. 

And   I  leaven  and  (iod. 


IS  THH   SPIRIT   IMMORTAL? 

Is  the;  spirit  immortal  where  thou  art.-' 

Is  the.re  perfect  redemption  of  soul? 

Doth  the.  spirit,  when  redeemed  from  its  sinniiu 

Reach  a  higher,  a  happier  goal? 

Doth  the  soul  in  its  purified  beauty, 
From  tin;  mansions  in   heaven  above, 
Stoop  earthward,  in  boundless  longing, 
And  shield  us  and  guide  us  \vith  love? 

*j 

Do  our  souls  hear  thy  soft,  gliding  footsteps? 
Do  we  hear  thy  sott,  whispered  tone? 
Doth  thy  swe.et  influence;  surround  us 
When  our  thoughts  dwell  on  thee  when  alone? 

From  the  eternal  spheres  of  hereafter 
Comes  there  no  message  to  me? 
Yets,  wafted  from  spheres  supernal 
Comes  this  innermost  answer  from  thee. 

As  long  as  the  soul  in  its  bondage- 
Doth  struggle  from  sin  to  be  free, 
Doth  the  heaven-sent  angels  stoop  earthward 
A.S  ministering  spirits  to  thee. 


IN   T1IK   MUSH   OF   NIGHT. 

Oft  in  the.  hush  of   night, 
'Mid  God's  o\vn  holy  light, 
When  the  bright  angels  seem 
Through  space  to  shine  and  gleam, 
When  the  fair  moon  of   night 
Sheds  her  pale  beam. 

Oft  in  the  still,  lone  hour, 
Touched  bv  an  unseen  power, 
Comes  then  this  thought  10  me, 

Over  life's  restless  sea: 
Oh,  that  my  life  might  shine; 
With  God's  sweet  love  divine, 
When  death  with  beckoning  hand, 
Points  to  that  far  oil    land, 

Points  to  my  doom, 
Points  through  the  silent  void, 

Points  through  the  gloom. 

When  my  last  work  is  done, 
\Yh<  n  my  last  song  is  sung, 

When  by  the  way  I  fall, 
Answering  the  Master's  call, 
Then  will  my  harvest  gleaned 

lie  great,  or  small. 

ISI 


JOURNEYING  HOME. 

We're  journeying  to  our  distant  home, 

To  that  country  far  away. 
Treading  the  path  Christ  hath  trod, 

With  Him  to  lead  the  way. 

Drifting  through  ele;e>p,  dark  waters, 

( )n  o'er  the  billowy  tide. 
We're  journeying  to  our  heavenly  home 

\Vith  Him  for  our  dear  guide;. 

(  )n,  on  we're;  journeying,  ever  on, 
Through  darkness  of   the  night, 
With   His  own  hand  to  lead  the  way, 

s    ' 

And  guiele  our  steps  aright. 

Journeying  beyond  the  shadowy  tide 
Of   life's  rough,  restless  crest, 

Journeying  on  to  our  heavenly  home, 
Fair  Eden  —land   of   rest. 


DAY   IJV   DAY. 

Day  by  day  God's  hand  doth  ^uard  us, 

(  )Vr  life's  calm  or  troubled  sea, 
\Yhat,  though  clouds  and  storms  enshroud   us, 

Hark,   lie  whispers,  "Trust  in  Me." 

1  )ay  by  day  God  sheds  his  radiance, 

Makes  our  duties  plain  to  see, 
What  though  thy  task  be  rude  and  ^rievous, 

Mark,   lie  whispers,   "Lean  on   Me.." 

Da\    bv  day  God  scatters  blessings 

(  )'er  his  children  full  and  free, 
Fhoug'h  thy  needs  be  sore;  and  pressing, 
1  lark,    lie  whispers,   "Look  to   Me." 

1  'ay  by  day  he  soothes  and  strengthens, 

\\  li<  n  \ve  to  his  footstool  ilee. 
1  hoiiL^h  \\  e  sillier  pain  and  anguish, 

llark,   lie  \vhispers,  "Lome  to  Me.' 


COME   UNTO   ME. 

Precious  promise  God  hath  given, 
To  the  weary  and  oppressed, 
Come  unto  Me,  and  coming", 

I  will  give  thee  rest. 

Rest  from  the  weary  cares  of  life, 
Rest  from  misery,  pain  and  strife, 
Rest  for  our  souls  by  waters  sweet, 
Rest  for  the  wear}'  pilgrim's  feet. 

Precious  promise  God  hath  given, 
To  the  weary,  sin-sick  soul, 
Come  unto  Me,  and  coming, 
I  will  make  thee  whole. 

Will  cleanse  thy  sinful,  guilty  heart, 
Will  cause  repentant  tears  Lo  start, 
Will  shield  thee  with  a  mighty  love, 
Will  guide  thee  to  thy  home  above. 

And  when  that  awful  hour  hath  come, 
And  we  lay  us  down  to  die, 
This  precious  promise  still  is  given, 
Fear  not,  for  I  am  nigh. 


COME   L\\TO  ME.  1.S5 

Yes,  near,  to  soothe  our  souls  to  rest, 
Yes,  near  to  fold  us  to  His  breast, 
Yes,  near,  oh,  happiness  untold, 
Yes,  near,  to  guide  us  to  His  fold. 

Oh,  Savior,  now  we  render  thanks 

For  this  precious  promise  given, 

For  Thy  love  and  guidance  here  on  earth, 

And  eternal  rest  in  heaven, 


EARTHLY   HOPES. 
Earthly  hopes  we  know  are  fading-, 

Earthly  pleasures  soon  are  past, 
In  heavenly  joy  forever  vernal, 

We  shall  find  sweet  rest  at  last. 

Earthly  hopes,  oh,  how  we  struggle, 

How  we  reach  and  grasp, 
But  they,  like  a  phantom, 

Soon  elude  us  and  are  passed. 

Earthly  hopes  are  but  the  shadows 
Of  our  heavenly  joys  divine, 

Of  our  hopes  of  life  eternal, 

Where  there's  love  and  peace  sublime. 

Oh,  there  is  a  better  clime, 

Where  the  Savior's  light  cloth  shine, 
Where  no  wintry,  chilling  blast 

Can  wreck  our  earthly  hopes  at  last. 


186 


IF   I   COULD  CHANGE. 

If    I  could  change,  or  could  be  born  again, 

I  would  be,  strong,  I  would  be  free  from  pain; 

Take  up  m\   lift:,  begin  anew  again. 

I  would  be  endowed  with  virtue,  pure,  refined; 

I  would  show  the  inborn  beauty  of   the  mind; 

I  would  be  gifted  with  intellect  sublime, 

I  would  be  master  of  both  prose  and  rhyme. 

I  would  be  endowed  with  language  to  thrill 

The  human  heart  with  noblest  sentiments  at  will. 

I  would  be  gifted  with  power  to  inspire, 

And  grant  to  every  heart  its  purest  desire; 

Would  guide  a  struggling  brother  to  a  higher  aim; 

\Votild  have  the  power  to  shield  irom  wrong,  the 

weak  from  blame. 
I  would   have   a  soul,  though    inclosed   in   rudest 

clay, 
I  would,  like  the   modeling   artist,  mould   defects 

away ; 
I    would   chisel    every   blemish    from   the  statue  1 

should  rear; 
I  would  be  my  own    ideal,  like    marble  white  and 

clear. 


l-«s  IF  I  COULD  CHANGE 

I   would   seek   the  weak  and   helpless,    bid    each 

fallen  soul  to  mount, 
Would  bid  each  thirsty  soul  to  seek  pure  waters 

at  God's  fount; 
I  would  have  the  Christ-like  power,  divinely  from 

above, 
To  weld  the  earthly  universe  in  a  brotherhood  of 

love. 


A  SOLILOQUY  ON   DEATH. 

Soon,  soon  I'll  hear  the  solemn  stroke 

Of  death's  dread  hour, 

When  from  my  nerveless  hands  will  fall 

Life's  magic  power; 

And  gazing  out  and  o'er  the  lovely  earth, 

There  comes  to  me  the  sound  of  joy  and  mirth, 

The  <dad,  crav  laughter  of  the  happy  child, 

o  o     •-  o  i   i   y 

Who  looks  into  my  sad,  dim  eyes  and  smiles. 

Oh,  earth,  and  home,  and  friends, 

And  all  of  this  earth  so  fair  and  bright, 

Farewell,  farewell,  to  thee,  and  all, 

Good  night,  good  night. 

The  silvery  moon  shines  brightly  from  afar. 

And  through  the  realms  of  space 

There  gleams  the  shining  star. 

Oh,  earth,  sweet  earth,  bathed  in  liquid  light, 

Thou  art  drifting,  drifting  from  my  sight. 

Now  comes  the  solemn  stroke 

Of  death's  signal  bell, 

Oh,  earth,  and  home,  and  friends  and  all. 

Farewell,  farewell. 

IS'.) 


DESPAIR  AND    HOPE. 

See,  the  clouds  of  despair  are  settling, 
Lowering  fiercely,  darkly  o'er; 
List  the  sullen  roar  of  the  winds, 
And  the  breakers  on  the  shore;. 

Onward,  onward,  fiercer  SJTOWS  the  storm, 

o 

Hear  the  winds  shriek  and  wail; 
Onward,  onward,  the  soul  is  borne; 
Away,  away,  on  the  maddening  gale. 

On  come  the;  billows,  higher,  higher, 
Drowning-  each  hope  and  each  desire, 
See  him  quiver  ami  shake  in  the  blast, 
Despair  has  readied  his  soul  at  last. 

1  )espair,  despair,  so  deep  and  dark, 
Despair,  what  more;  is  in  his  heart? 
Death  and  self-murder  o'ershadow  him  now/ 
Ah,  yes,  'tis  stamped  upon  his  brow. 

Hear  the  winds  shrieking,  sobbing,  moaning, 
Hear  the  poor  soul  in  bitterness  groaning, 
Hear  the  winds  shriek,  hear  them  rave, 
lie,  is  on  the  brink  of   a  murderer's  "rave. 


Despair  has  reached  his  soul  at  last, 
The  conflict,  o'er,  the  storm  is  past; 
Despair,  despair,  he  moaning  cries, 
I  )espair,  despair,  the  wind  replies. 

And  raising  aloft  his  blood-shot  eyes, 
Almighty  God,  the  poor  soul  cries— 
Another  shudder,  another  sigh, 
Almighty  God,  forgive,  I  die. 

As  he  raised  his  arm  for  the  fearful  stroke, 
A  sudden  vision  o'er  him  broke, 
Staying  his  arm  with  its  magic  spell— 
Saved,  saved,  he  murmured,  and  fell. 

Fell  on  his  knees,  with  streaming  eyes, 
And  with  a\ve  and  rapture  gazed; 
Out  of   the  darkness  a  star  of  hope 
Steadily  and  brightly  blazed. 

Whilst  near  him  stood  a  form  of   light, 
Au  angel  clad  in  robes  of   white, 
Pointing  to  the  glittering  star, 
That  shone  in  the  distance  still  alar. 


134  !,ESr.i  til   AND    lidL'E 

See,  the  clouds  of  despair  are  breaking, 
Vanishing  far  in  the  night; 
See,  a  silvery  veil  unfoldingf. 

.-  CD 

Betokening  dawn  of  light. 

Brighter,  brighter,  grows  the  veil, 
\Yith  a  rosy  tinted  hue; 
Brighter,  brighter,  the  star  appears. 
And  sheds  its  radiance  through. 

Thus  the  beautiful  vision  fades, 
hades  away  in  the  night, 
But  the  star  of  hope  still  lingers 
To  guide  his  steps  aright. 


REMORSE. 

Ah,  yes,  these  memories,  with  what  subtle  power 
Cau'st  bow  the  sinner's  head,  in  a  stilly  hour, 

J 

Causing  his  heart  to  start  and  shrink  with  dread, 
As  at  approach  of  shrouded  tdiost,  or  phantom's 

tread. 

Memories  of  some  foul  deed,  at  dead  of  ni^ht, 
Crowd  in  upon  him,  till  pale  with  fright 
lie  shrinks  appalled,  as  memory's  cruel  <^rasp 
Calls  up  the  fearful  recollections  of    the  past 

Memories  of   some  foul  deed  or  deadly  crim, 
Spring  up  afresh,  to  haunt  his  guilty  mind, 
Whilst  shadow}'  spectres  seem  to  rise, 
And  transfix  him  with  their  gleaming  eyes. 

Attain  he  sees  the  weapon's  cruel  ^leam, 
i  fears  his  victim's  piercing  scream, 
Or  sees  a  dead,  white,  upturned  face, 
Locked  in  death's  cold,  still  embrace. 

Away,  away,  he  moans,  he  shrieks, 
As  ashv  "ro\vs  his  i/hastly  cheeks, 


IOC,  A.  SOLILOQI'V. 

Still  memory  holds  him  in  bondage;  fast, 
Till  his  craven  heart  urows  mad  at  last. 


Mad    mad,  mad,  shrieking  for  aid, 
1  le  sinks  at  last  in  a  murderer's  grave. 
All  unforgiven  his  soul  takes  flight, 
Out  in  the  darkness  of  the  niidit. 


A  SOLILOQUY. 

The  world,  the  world,  we  scorn 
Its  deceit  and  vanity; 

!  lumanity,  humanity, 
Had  \ve  more  faith  in  thee. 

The:  world,  the  world,  what  cares 

The  world 
If    one  more  heart  is  wounded, 

Has  bled? 

What  cares  the  world  if  one  more  heart 
Lies,  like  ashes,  cold 

And  dead? 


CALUMNY. 

Ho\v  like  a  poisonous  serpent, 
Doth  thou  rear  thy  loathsome  head. 
Oh,  Calumny,  and  with  thy  forked 
Tongue  of   rankest  venom,  seek 
With  foulsome  blow  and  well 
Directed  aim  to  fell  thy  victim. 
Innocent  although  he  be,  thou'st 
Smirch,  with  foul  pollution,  a  fair 
Ciood  name,      Oh,  slanderous  soul, 
Beset  about  by  thine  own  rank 
And  hideous  nature,  fain  would 
The  innocent,  in  pity  rife  for  thee, 
I;or^et  their  wounds,  in  wondering 
Contemplation  of  so  base,  so  vile 
A  thin^,  ensconced  within  the 
Baleful  soul  that  man  calls  human. 


CAPTIVITY. 

As  the  captive,  bird  strikes  its  helpless  wing 
'Gainst  the  prison  bar  that  shut  it  in, 
Gazing  the  while  with  watchful,  eager  eye, 
As  his  gay  plumed  comrades  flutter  by, 
Unmindful  of  his  pleading,  plaintive  cry, 
Whirl  on  and  upward  through  the  sunlit  sky, 
Xor  backward  turn,  ne'er  stop  or  wait, 
But  leave  their  doomed  companion   to  unhappy 
fate. 

Thus  many  captive  souls  gaze  wistfully,  in  vain, 
!;or  the  breaking  of    their  bonds,    their   captive 

chain  ; 

Peering  longingly  through   dungeon's  prison  bar 
For  one  ray  of  hope,  e'en  one  faint  gleaming  star. 
To  burst  their  bonds  and  set  their  gates  ajar. 
Thus  struggling  for  freedom,  their  wanton  fate 
Glides  calmly   on:    though   eagerly   the   captives 

wait, 
Fate  turns  not  a<_>'ain  to  one  their  prison  i/ate. 

o  i  «— > 


YOUTH. 

In  youth,  in  thy  life's  early  morning, 
In  the  bloom  ot    life's  early  spring, 
Keep  thy  heart  pure,  white  unsullied, 
Let  no  serpent  of  evil  creep  in. 

Press  onward,  and  ever  press  upward, 
Let  no  false  lights  lead  thee  astray; 
And  God,  in  his  love  and  mercy, 
Will  lead  thee  and  show  thee  the  way 

Let  thy  thoughts  be  ever  pursuing 
The  highest  and  noblest  aim, 
So  that  purpose  and  action  combining 
Will  win  thee  a  crown  of   fame. 

Will  win  thee  a  crown  everlasting, 
No  earthly  renown  can  gain; 
Will  win  thee  a  crown  eternal, 
Where  joy  and   happiness  reign. 


JUVENILE  POEMS. 


JUVENILE  POEMS. 


TO-NIGHT  \VIIEX    I    CRAY. 

I    love   you,  I    love   you,  please   bend   down  your 

head, 

I  want  to  kiss  ma-ma,  my  little  one  said, 
I  saved   you  that  kiss,  but    I've  been  naughty  to- 

day, 
I'll  ask  (iod  to  forgive  me,  to-night  when  I  pray. 

Whisperingly,    pleadingly,   with    small    arms    up 

raised, 

Into  ni)'  bending  face  two  tearful  eves  ga/ed, 
(iood    night,      ood    niht,   still    the    falterin      lis 


say, 

I'll  ask  (iod  to  fop'ive  me,  to-nii/ht  when   I   pray. 


•JO-1  TO-XLGUT   \VUk\    [   I'RAY. 

Comforting  words  to  a  sad  mother's  heart, 
When  her  dear  ones  seem   drifting   away  in  the 

dark, 

\Vhisperingl\-,  pleadingly,  hear  the  sinful  one  say. 
I'll  ask  (iod  to  forgive  me,  to-night  when  I  pray. 


LISTEN  TO  THE   BIRDIES  SING. 

<;LEK  so\<,    FOR  CHILDREN. 

Listen  to  the  birdies  sing, 
Listen  to  their  echoes  ring, 

Down,  clown  the  valley, 
Through,  through  the  glen, 

Merrily,  cheerily, 
Spring  has  come  again. 

Listen  to  their  warbling  notes, 
As  on  the  air  they  softly  lloat, 

Down,  clown  the  valley, 
Through,  through  the  vale, 

O        ;  •> 

Merrily,  cheerily, 
Through  the  flowery  dale. 

CHORUS. 

Troll-la-la-troll-la-la, 

Their  gay  songs  echo  near  and  far, 

Down,  down  the  valley, 
Through,  through  the  glen, 

Merrily,  cheerily, 
Spring   has  come  again. 


I.ISTKS  TO  THE  niRDlES  N/.VG 

Flitting-  skyward  on  the  wing, 
Listen  to  the  birdies  sing, 

Down,  down  the  valley; 
Up,  up  they  soar, 

Merrily,  cheerily, 
Spring  has  come  once  more. 


BRIGHT    EYES. 

Two  little  bright  eyes,  sparkling  with  inn, 

Two  little  feet,  tripping  off   on  a  run, 

Two  mirthful  lips,  smiling  with  glee, 

\Ye  love  you,  we  love  you,  our  darling  Louie. 

Mamma,  dear  mamma,  hear  the  sweet  calk 
Now  up  near  the  roof-top,  now  down  in  the  halK 
Like  the;  will-o-the-wisp,  now  here,  and  now  there, 
Hits  our  dear  fairy,  so  sweet  and  so  fair. 


:>lu  BRIGHT  J-1YES. 

So  like  the  song-birds,  that  sing  in  the  spring, 
And  flutter  and  ilit  away  on  the  \vino- 

J  <_5  ' 

Hear  the  sweet  voice  of  our  frolicsome  fay. 
Laughing-  and  singing  all  the;  long  day. 

Oathering  sweet  ilowers,  the  brightest  that  blow 
limiting  sweet  clovers,  the  whitest  that  grow, 
Oh,  she's  dear  to  our  hearts,  as  dear  as  can  be, 
Our  loving,  our  winsome;,  our  darling  Lome 


BABY   SONG. 

Rocking,  rocking,  to  and  fro, 
Away,  away,  away  we'll  go, 
Where  moonbeams  shed  their  silvery  hght, 
We'll  glide  away  in  the  starry  night; 
Far,  far  away,  o'er  the  waves  we'll  rule, 
In  a  fairy  boat  away  we'll  glide, 
Rocking,  rocking,  to  and  fro, 
Away,  away,  away  we'll  go. 

We'll  sail  awav  o'er  the  silvery  str  : 

^  j 

Where  the;  waters  shine,  like  a  fairy  s  dream, 
\\'e'll  iloat  away  on  the.  foaming  tide, 
With  our  little  darling  by  our  side, 
Rocking,  rocking,  to  and  fro, 
Away,  away,  away,  we'll  go. 

Far  beneath  the  shadowy  stream, 

We'll  watch  the  shadows  shine  and  i/leam, 

<  > 

Where  the  moonbeams  shed  their  silvery  light, 
We'll  glide  away  in  the  starry  night. 
Rocking,  rocking,  to  and  Iro, 
Away,  away,  away  we'll  go. 


THE   FAIRY   DBLL 


AND    OTHKR    POKMS. 


AVRITTKX     IX     KAR1.V     YOUTH     AND    ( '( 1 1  LI  >H(  )OI). 


IE   FAIRY   DELL. 

They  wandered  slowly  through  the  dell, 

•  artist  and  the  village  belle, 
lie  gathered  flowers  here  and  there, 
And  gave  them  to  his  love;  so  fair. 
At  length  thev  paused  and  looked  around, 
They  stood  transfixed,  as  if    sj  :nd, 

For  nature's  murmuring  voice  they  hear, 
Whispering,  whispering,  far  and  near. 


Gazed  long  on  the  beaut}'  reigning  'round, 
Then  spoke,  and  his  tones  fell  soft  and  clear 
On  the  listening  he-art  of   the  maiden  near. 
List,  doth  them  not  hear  the  mighty  sound? 
It  makes  my  heart  within  me:  bound. 
Doth  it  not  make  thy  soul  re]e)ice, 
When  list'ning  to  sweet  nature's  voice? 

Beyond,  the:  sky,  serenely  blue, 
Below,  the  earth,  so  green  in  hue-, 
Behold  the'  mossy  covered  rocks, 
Still  wet  with  heaven's  elesceneliiv 


TilK   F.I/ AT    DELL.  :.M7 

The  daisy's  blossom,  gold  and  white, 
The  pinks,  the:  lilies,  the  violets  bright, 
The  bees  go  humming  round  and  round, 
They  know  that  sweets  in  them  are  found. 

Oh,  see  the  merry,  sparkling  brook, 

As  it  gurgles  and  ripples  on  its  way, 

As  it  bubbles  and  laughs  in  its  mirth  and  glee. 

And  seems  to  say,  I'm  free,  I'm  free. 

The  merry  birds  in  bush  and  tree, 

Flutter  and  llit  from  bough  to  lea, 

All  singing  a  joyous,  tuneful  lay, 

And  the  dell  seems  to  echo  the  gay  melody. 

And  standing  by  the  dancing  brook, 
The  elk,  the  fawn,  the  antelope-  partook, 
Then  with  shy,  mischievous  look, 
Leaped  up  the  steep  and  rock)'  nook, 
And  on  the  brink  turned,  looked  'round, 
Then   oil    to  the  forest  with  a  bound, 
Away,  away  up  the  rocky  steep, 
See  their  shadowy  forms  retreat. 


21S  THE  FAIRY  HI-: LI. 

The.  sun  in  the  west  is  sinking  low, 
The.  lovers  still  wander  to  and  fro, 
The  birtls  now  seek  their  sheltering  nests, 
Ami  fold  their  wings  for  ;i  long  night's  rest. 

!>ut  heeding  naught  of  the  flight  of  time, 

're  listening  to  their  young  hearts'  rhyme. 
That  sings  of   naught  but  joy  supreme, 
i  hey  plight  their  love  as  in  a  dream. 


Vo\ving  eternal  constancy, 
I  ntil  no  longer  time  shall  be. 

Thus  wrapped  in  hymen's  witching  dream, 
They  float  adown  love's  i 

\Vhilst  o'er  their  souls  a  calm  is  steali 

A  calmness  as  though  sleeping,  dreaming. 

Or  is  it  the  charm  of  the  enchanted  dell, 
That  o'er  them  throws  a  strange,  sweet  spell? 
They  know  not  whether  they  wake  or  dream, 
So  heavenly  sweet  doth  all  things  seem. 


THE  FA  I liV  DELL. 

I  hus  bound  in  strange  and  sweet  repose, 
A  fragrant  ether  around  them  llows, 
On  tin;  night  winds  are  borne  sweet  sounds 
Of  soft,  sweet  music  floating  'round. 

The  leafy  shadows  around  them  blew, 
\Yavins_r,  dancing1  to  and  fro, 

C">  o 

And  shimmering  through  the  mystic  dell, 
Strange,  pale  lights  o'er  the  preen  turf  fell; 

*r>  l  <_>  <_> 

And  glancing  through  they  caught  the  o-Jeam 

*!">  c_>  CT>  J  O  O 

Of  a  thousand  fairies'  shine  and  sheen, 
All  floating  below,  around,  above, 
Singing  and  chanting  songs  of  love. 

Singing  in  cadence  soft  and  low, 

Of  love  and  passion  of  long  ago, 

Of  love  that  was  happily  charmed  and  blessed, 

Of  love,  that  was  faithfully  true  till  death, 

Of  love  that  was  severed  and  broken  in  twain, 

Of  love  that  was  bound  and  united  again, 

Of  love  that  was  old,  of   love-  that  was,  new, 

Of  love  that  was  e'en  to  eternity  true. 

Sweet  notes  all  atremble,  they  fall,  they  rise, 
The  dell  re-echoes  in  strange'  replies, 


•jr.'  THE   FAIR}'   DKLL. 

Then  slowly  the}'  fade  in  the  mystic  air, 
Leaving  the-,  lovers  wondering'  there. 
[  !;ili  roused  from  their  strange,  enchanting' dream, 
They  awoke  at  length  beside  the  stream. 
Where  their  wandering  feet  had  let  then 
the  sin  had  set,  and  it  yet  was  day. 

Oh,  murmured  the  beautiful  village  belle, 

1  his  surely  must  be  tin;  enchanted  dell, 
Where  the  lovely  fairies  dance  all  night, 

en  oi  the  bright  moon  i 

rs, 

Y\  Hen  lov<  :rs  ha1 
They'll  bless  their  love  with  ; 
If   they  plight  their  troth  in  their  fail 

Yes,  this  must  bo  enchanted  land, 

The     murmured,  standing  hand  in  hand; 


TL1E   FAIRY  DULL. 

And  o'er  them  iloatccl  mist  on  mist. 

Of   greenish,  dazzling  light, 

And  out  of  the  mist  there  slowly  came 

A  beautiful  fair\-  queen; 

And  foul  on  {old,  her  golden  robe 

S\vej)t  the  turft  of   </reen. 


Slowly  she  waved  her  wand  on  high, 
And  summone  ;  nigh, 

Til  I  ;  low  •,} ;  :t, 

As  they  bo  emselves  low  at  her  feet 

FAIRY     SO  Mi. 

Xol  ith  and  maiden  lair, 

lie;  ling  and  bewa: 

Che  ••  paled  and  t(^ars  have  star! 

Lovi  ;e  (juarreled  and  lovers  lia\'e  par: 

\Vhat  art  thy  wishes,  oh.  happy  pair? 
To-night,  to-night  I'll  heed  thy  prayer. 
\Vouldst  thou  foreyer  happy  be? 
Tlien  kneel,  oh,  kneel,  oh,  kneel  to  me. 

Slowly  they  sank  on  the;  turfted  ground, 
Whilst  sweet,  low  music  floated  r 


:.':M-  THE  FAIRY  DELL. 

The  moon  shone  bright  thro'  the  dazzling  mist- 
Hut  the  youth  is  speaking,  listen,  list. 

Heautiful,  beautiful  Fairy  Hright, 

There's  but  one  wish  we  crave  to-night; 

Oh,  surely,  surely,  love  is  thy  spell; 

We've  plighted  our  troth  in  thy  beautiful  dell, 

O  J 

And  in  earth  below,  or  heaven  above, 

Is  there  aught  more  pure,  more  sweet  than  love? 

Oh,  happy  forever  we  shall  be, 

If   forever  thou'lt  bind  our  ecstacy. 

Noble  youth  and  maiden  fair, 
To-night,  to-night,  I'll  heed  thy  prayer; 
Happy  forever  thou  shalt  be, 
1  he  charms  of   love;  shall  dwell  with  thee. 
Where  e'er  thou  be. 

Summoning  a  train  of   fair}'  sprites, 

All  'rayed  in  robes  of  shining  white, 

She  bade  them  pluck  from  their  bosoms  fair, 

The  (lowers  that  were  blooming  there; 


/•///•;   FALRV   DELL. 

Slowly  they  twined  them  in  the  hair 
Of    the  silent  lovers  kneeling'  there, 

<_> 

Then  weaveel  them  in  a  bridal  chain, 
And  wound  them  round  the  happy  twain. 

Whilst  o'er  the  turf  they  come  and  go, 
Swaying  and  dancing  to  and  fro, 
Singing1  so  soft  'twere-  like;  a  sigh. 
These  ilowers  will  live,  thev  cannot  die, 

j 

Emblems  of  all  the  virtues  rare, 
Wear  them  and  keep  them  where;  e'er  thou  an 
Sweet  Ilowers  charmed  by  our  magic  spell  — 
Shield  them,  wear  them,  guard  them  well. 

Sweet,  sang  the;  queen  of   the  fairies  bright, 
Are;  the;  charms  I  endow  thee  with  to-night; 
The  charms  of   patience,  hope  and  faith, 
The  charms  of   truth  ami  virtue's  grace, 
And   pure;  he-arts,  with  fidelity, 
Will  re-nelcr  strong  thy  constancy, 
Unto  Eternity. 

Again  the  fairy  wave-el  her  wan  el, 

.And  summoned  her  beautiful  fairv  band. 


I  lien  here  is  my  hand,  my  fair  one,  good-bye, 
[3  ut,  oh,  that  with  me  thon  too  might  lly, 
hit  since  fate  has  severed  the;  sweet    tender  tie, 
I  hen  farewell  forever,  and  a  i/entle  <>'ood-bve. 


FRIENDSHIP. 

Out  from  her  stately  home 
She  came  to  my  cottage  door, 
kind  were  her  looks  and  words, 
And  they'll  linger  forever  more. 

1  would  have  been  her  friend, 

\Yith  a  clasp  of  hand  for  my  lifelong  fee 

Though  I  were  nothing  to  her, 

Still  she  was  the  world  to  me. 

Say,  how  will  it  be  with  our  souls 
When  we  meet  in  that  better  land." 
What  the  mortal  could  never  know. 
Will  the  spirit  yet  understand? 

And  in  some  celestial  form 
Will  our  friendship  repeated  be, 
And  I  be  something  to  her, 
While  she  brightens  heaven  for  me? 


WHERE  THE   LILIES   BEND. 

In  earth  below  or  heaven  above, 

Is  there  aught  more  pure,  more  sweet  than  love? 

Or  in  magic  friendship's  tender  tie? 

Ask  of  the  lilies  drooping  nigh. 

Close  clasped  hands,  eyes  meeting, 
Low,  kind  words,  hearts  beating; 


:-•:', 'i  FRIENDSHIP. 

1  hen  here  is  my  hand,  my  fair  one,  good-bye, 
I)iit,  oh,  that  with  me  them  too  might  lly, 
But.  since;  fate  has  severed  the  sweet    tender  tie 
'I  hen  farewell  forever,  and  a  <'entle  o-oocl-bve. 


FRIENDSHIP. 

Out  from  her  state!}'  home 
She  came,  to  my  cottage  door, 
Kind  were  her  looks  and  words, 
And  they'll  linger  forever  more. 

1  would  have  been  her  friend, 

With  a  clasp  of   hand  for  my  lifelong  fee: 

Though  I  were,  nothing  to  her, 

Still  she  was  the  world  to  me. 

Say,  how  will  it  be  with  our  souls 
When  we  meet  in  that  better  hind.'' 
What:  the  mortal  could  never  know. 
Will  the  spirit  yet  understand? 

And  in  some-  celestial  form 
Will  our  friendship  repeated  be, 
And  I  be;  something  to  her, 
While  she  bri"lu<  ns  heaven  for  me? 


WHERE   THE   LILIES   BEND. 

In  earth  below  or  heaven  above, 

Is  there  aught  more,  pure,  more  sweet  than  love? 

Or  in  magic  friendship's  tender  tie? 

Ask  of  the  lilies  drooping  nigh. 

Close  clasped  hands,  eyes  meeting, 

Low,  kind  words,  hearts  beating; 

•-':;i 


In  signs  like  these  a  deep  meaning  lies, 
Friendship  born  of  the  very  skies. 
Must  aught  so  perfect  have  an  end? 
Ask  where;  the  slender  lilies  bend. 

Ask  where  the  tall  trees  whisper  low, 
Ask  of  the  rose;  the  winds  doth  blow; 
Ask  where  the  lilies  droop  and  bend, 
A! ust  aught  so  perfect  have  an  (Mid? 

Farewell,  the  leaves  doth  murmur  as  they  blow 
I'arewell,  the  lilies  sigh  it,  bending  to  and  iro, 
Farewell,  farewell,  e'en  the  winds  re-ply, 
There's  naught  more  painful  than  i^'ood  bve; 

o  <±>  ^ 

Yes,  aught  so  perfect  must  surely  end, 
Alone  the  rose  and  lilies  bend. 


FATE. 

Two  souls  were  born,  each  in  foreign  land, 
While  sullen  Fate  stood  by, 
Marked  each  with  unrelenting  hand; 

o 

Both   were    endowed    with    longings,    aspirations 

high, 

Ne'er  to  be  attained  on  earth, 
Nor  yet,  until  they  die. 

Both  endowed  with  beauty,  youth  and  grace, 
Both  endowed  with  pure  souls,  and  chaste, 
And  one  with  honored,  noble  name, 
And  one  with  something  akin  to  fame; 

o 

Still  Fate  stood  mocking,  gloating,  nigh, 
There's   still  some  things  she   would  these  souls 
deny, 

Tis  knowing  the  anguish  of  the  heart, 

^>  <^> 

When  at  last  they  meet  and  love  and  part, 

'Tis  when  eye  meets  eye,  hand   meets  hand,  soul 

meets  soul; 

'Tis  then  Fate  holds  them  in  fierce  control, 
And  mocks  them,  as  struggling  to  the  last, 
She  binds  them  in  cruel  fetters. 


And  fettered  thus  the\-  grieve  their  lives  away, 
Lonoqn"",  ever  lonofinii.  for  some  other  day, 

O  O  O  O  '  " 

Some  other  clime,  where  their  two  souls 
Shall  be  united  for  an  eternity  of   time, 
And  -am, 

\vili    ne'er   prove   to   them   a   myth,  a 


WHISPERING  WINDS. 

The  winds  are  whispering  to  me,  dear  love, 
Whispering  and  whispering  to  me, 

It  lias  wandered  o'er  summer  sea,  dear  lo"e, 
.And  o'er  hill  and  les.. 

And  now  the  winds  are  moaning,  dear  lov. 
'Ids  thy  spirit  sighing  for  me:, 
I  see  thou  art  beckoning  to  me,  dear  love, 
As  thv  form  glides  over  the  sea. 


A' 

Aiiid  o'er  tlie  moonlit  title. 

And  soon,  arid  soon   I'll  go,  dear  love, 

And  soon   I'll  be  thy  bride. 

Thou  art  watching  and  waiting  for  me,  dear  love, 
And  I'll  watch  ana  wait  for  thee, 
And  soon,  and  soon,  I'll  come,  dear  love, 
And  soon   I'll  come  to  thee. 

Side  by  side  we'll  wander,  dear  love, 
And  we'll  glide  o'er  the  glad  sea  foam, 
But  the  winds  art:  dying  away,  dear  love, 
\  et   forever  and  ever  we'll  roam. 


SEVERED. 

Oh,  I  know  that  we  are  severed 

By  a  gulf  we  ne'er  can  span, 
Until  we  meet  in  the  golden  streets 

o 

Of  a  better,  better  land. 

And,  oh,  my  heart  is  heavy, 

Heavy  with  unshed  tears, 
Watching,  waiting,  longing, 

Till  thy  sweet  soul  reappears, 

Till  I  see  thy  seraph  form  advance. 
Just  without  the  golden  portal, 

Surrounded  by  sweet  angel  forms, 
All  radiant  and  immortal. 

Till  I  hear  thv  sweet  voice  calling' 

j  s 

To  my  struggling  soul  without; 
Till  the  heavenly  bars  are  opened  wide, 
And  we  meet  no  more  to  part. 

Oh,  I  know  that  we  are  severed 
By  a  gulf  we  ne'er  can  span, 

But  soon  we'll  meet  in  the  golden  streets 
Of  a  better,  better  land. 


THE  ORPHAN'S  LAMENT. 

Mother,  mother,  hear  the  whisper 
Of   my  soul  to  thine, 
Telling  of   the  secret  sadness, 
Dwelling  within  my  breast; 
Telling  of  the  pain  and  sadness, 
And  my  soul's  unrest. 

Oh,  for  thy  gentle  hand's  caress, 
Oh,  for  thy  gentle  voice  to  bless, 
Oh,  for  the  magic  of  thy  love, 
To  soothe  my  soul's  unrest. 

Mother,  mother,  can'st  thou  not  hear 

My  anguished  call  to  thee? 

Only  the  echo  of   my  calling 

Answers  back  to  me. 

done,  gone,  thy  spirit  forever  (led; 

'I  hey  laid  tin*  saintly  form  from  sight, 

And  said  that  thou  wast  dead. 

]  )ead,  dead,  thy  spirit  (led, 

Tell  not  this  tale  to  me; 

( )h,  tell  me  not  that  love  like  thine, 

Can  perish  eternally. 


THE  OUPllAX'S  LAMENT. 

Mother,  mother,  I'll  not  believe 

Thou  art  forever  fled, 

Yet,  oh,  the  void  within  my  heart, 

And,  oh,  the  weary  pain. 

And,  oh,  the  weary,  watching-,  longing-, 

Ere  we  shall  meet  again. 

Yet,  I  have  felt  a  strange  delight, 
I've  felt  thy  spirit  near  to-night, 
And  thou  hast  whispered  peace  to  me, 
Until  our  souls  united  be. 


BETHLEHEM'S  STAR. 

He  loved  friend  in  heaven, 
What  a  token  of  thy  love, 
I  hist  left  a  youthful  pilgrim, 

-•  i         o 

Seeking  her  home  above. 
As  I  look  upon  these  pages, 
Oil,  the  pleasure  that  is  mine', 
On,  the  calmness  that  st-als  o'er  me, 
As  I  read  each  beauteous  line, 
Telling  of  the  great  Messiah, 
And  his  wondrous  love, 
Beckoning  us  onward,  onward, 
I  o  our  home  above. 
Ah,  yes,  'tis  a  greater  treasure, 
Than  the  gift  of    rarest  kind, 
1  o  have  impressed  upon  the  mind. 
(  lod's  great  love  divine. 
A   few  words  of    (iod's  holv  love 


liETll  L K  LI  EM'S  ,S 'L\ -i  R. 

Oft'  times  bring  relief 

To  a  soul  that's  wandering- 

o 

In  darkness,  sin  or  grief. 

Telling  us  that  from  afar 

Still  shines  o'er  us  Bethlehem's  Star. 

Look  to  heaven,  oh,  youthful  pilgrim, 

Ere  thou'st  crossed  life's  desert  plain, 

Thou  canst  see  the  Star  of   Bethlehem 

Brightly  o'er  thy  pathway  stream. 


SONG. 

WE'LL  PADDLE  OUR  OWN  CAXOE. 

Oil,  here  is  a  hand  for  our  fellow  man, 
A  hand  for  a  friend  or  foe, 
What  e'er  betide,  the  world  is  wide, 
And  smoothly  onward  wre  will  glide, 
Or  if   roughly  tossed  by  the  heaving  tide, 
We'll  paddle  our  own  canoe, 
Paddle  our  own  canoe. 

Bounding  along  o'er  the  billowy  foam, 
We'll  sing  like  boatmen  true, 
What  e'er  betide?,  the  world  is  wide, 
O'er  calm  blue  seas  or  roughest  tide-, 
We'll  bend  to  the  oar  and  onward  ride; 
We'll  paddle  our  own   canoe, 
Paddle  our  own  canoe. 

Then  here's  a  hand  for  our  tellow  man, 
A  hand  for  friend  or  f<  >e, 
Though  foes  be  strong,  or  friends  be  few 
Of   each  and  all  we  ne'er  would  sue; 
We'll   paddle,  our  own  canoe, 

Paddle  our  own  canoe. 

-.MI 


SAILOR  SONG. 

We're  sailors  bold,  of   the  wide,  blue  sea. 

We're  sailors  wild  and  tree, 
We  sail  our  ships  o'er  the  wide,  wide  sea: 

Oh,  a  sailor's  life,  for  me, 

A  sailor's  life  for  me. 

Oh,  ho,  my  boys,  come  sing  with  me, 

As  our  barque  rides  o'er  the  sea, 
Come,  let  your  voices  ring  loud,  ring  long-, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  we're  Iree, 

We're  sailors  wild  and  free. 

CHORUS. 
Come,  come,  my  boys,  let's  quait    the  bree/e, 

That  makes  us  strong  and  free, 
Oh,  let  the  dear,  old  wild  winds  blow, 

As  we  sail  away  o'er  the  sea. 

As  we  sail  away  o'er  the  sea. 

Up,  up,  my  boys,  there's  a  storm  in  view, 
Let  our  barque  rush  o'er  the  sea, 

She'll  stem  the  \vaves.  she'll  ride  the  tide, 
XVe're  sailors  bold  and  free, 
Sailors  bold  and  free. 


XAll.UH   >'0.\Y,'.  -.M 

Oh,  see  the  moon  shines  in  the  sky  so  high, 

And  gleams  o'er  the  waters  deep, 
And  our  staunch  ship  rides  o'er  the  heaving' tide 

Where  the  foaming  billows  leap, 

Foaming  billows  leap. 

\Ye're  sailors  bold,  of   the  wide,  blue  sea, 
My  gallant  crew  and  me. 

Then  hail  to  every  one  we  meet, 
That  sail  their  ships  o'er  the  deep, 
That  sail  their  ships  o'er  the  deep. 


